Christine Frischmuth, writer from the City of Lindau, wrote this poem exclusively for the ceremony at the Ring for Peace during the Conference of the World Council of Religious Leaders on Faith and Diplomacy: Generations in Dialogue 2021.
It is there I saw you dance,
Spotted, weather prophets,
Grounded by a rock,
You change my heart to Blue.
Clouds of birds define the sky.
Rising and floating,
Sinking and droning.
From above triangles, hooks and long curves
193 times, you drum fortune into the air.
Have a seat on the day of peace.
Here, on the hill above the cliffs,
Where the day rises in red,
You alone break your promise
Lashing out of the void.
You trip over your shadow,
Lines divided.
In dark caves our tears thunder
And haunt you,
Homeland lost.
Green creepers engulf the closing doors,
Unequivocal in their singing.
Amongst the white crowns of the sea
The flags rise sparkling.
Tenderly the waves roll to shore.
The lighthouse orchestra awaits me.