Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once?
A hypocrite before others,
and before myself a contemptible woebegone weakling?
Or is something within me still like a beaten army
fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?
Who am I?
They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine!"
Bonhoeffer wrote that in a Nazi prison, from where he was eventually hanged for opposing Hitler.
I feel like quite a poser posting it from my autumn-decorated kitchen, in my apartment filled with roommates and love, on my campus filled with sunshine and laughter.
That said, I feel like he wrote it from my brain.
What 20 year old... slash human... can't identify with those questions? That frustration with knowing we are one person today and tomorrow another?
Thank You for the comfort that no matter how I feel, "whoever I am... I am Thine."
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