...Who am I? They also tell me I bore the days of misfortune Equably, smilingly, proudly, Like one accustomed to win. Am I then really all that which other men tell of? Or am I only what I myself know of myself? Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage, Struggling for breath, as though hands were compressing my throat,.... Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making, Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all? Who am I? This or the other? Am I one person today and tomorrow another? Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others, And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?.... Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine. Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am Thine! Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 01:40:06 +0000
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