By Dietrich Bonhöffer
Dietrich Bonhöffer, a young theologian of great promise, was martyred by the Nazis for his participation in a plot against the life of Adolf Hitler. His writings have greatly influenced recent theological thought. This article appeared in the Journal Christianity and Crisis, March 4, 1946. Used by permission. This article was prepared for Religion Online by Ted & Winnie Brock.
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Who am I? They often tell meI stepped from my cell’s confinementCalmly, cheerfully, firmly,Like a squire from his country-house.Who am I? They often tell meI used to speak to my wardersFreely and friendly and clearly,As though it were mine to command.Who am I? They also tell meI bore the days of misfortuneEqually, 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,Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,Tossing in expectation of great events,Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,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?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, 0 God, I am Thine! March 4,1946