My favorite poem

Actually, I don't think I will be good at maintaining this blog. I didn't realize how time consuming this work would be. It will be a big challenge for me to be a good blogger.
So, I would like to share one of my favorite poems with others. It was composed by Dietrich Bonhoeffer.

Who Am I?

Who am I? They often tell me
I would step from my cell's confinement
calmly, cheerfully, firmly,
Like a squire from his country-house.

Who am I? They often tell me
I would talk to my warders
freely and friendly and clearly,
as though it were mine to command

Who am I? They also tell me
I would bear 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 know of myself,
restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,
struggling for breath, as though hands were
compressing my throat,
hungry for colours, for flowers, for the voices of birds,
thristy for words of kindness, for neighbourliness,
trembling with anger at despotisms and petty humiliation,
caught up in expectation of great events,
powerlessly grieving for friends at an infinite distance,
weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,
faint, and ready to lay 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 Iam , thou knowest, O God, I am thine.

Opening the blog

Today, I was introduced to a new world in the Internet by Tim Sikkema.
It must be interesting to share some ideas with other people.
I hope this blog can be a place where all of us can grow in faith and knowledge in our good LORD.