When I think of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, my mind doesn't immediately go to "poet." But I read this poem in the new Eric Metaxas biography, and I wanted to put it here for the sake of posterity, and in the hope of encouraging someone who may happen this way...
The beginning and the end, O Lord, are Thine;
The span between, life, was mine;
I wandered in the darkness and did not discover myself;
With Thee, O Lord, is clarity and light is Thy house,
A short time only, and all is done;
Then the whole struggle dies away to nothing.
Then I will refresh myself by the waters of life,
And will talk with Jesus forever and ever.
Homemaking: Divine, Not Demeaning
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