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Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Memories
Joy and love of the heavy pain,
You leave me.
How do I call you? Depression, life, happiness,
Part of the self, my heart is gone ─ ─ memories?
Door slammed shut;
Only gradually hear you walking away.
─ ─ retention is now suffering, pleasure, desire?
I only know: all with you, all gone.
However, you can find me now on your Jinian
Tightly wrapped tightly
Certainly hurt you?
I was so grab
Is caused by your blood out,
Just to confirm that you are still side
To earthly life forms, fully exist?
If you make my evil sanctification
Because of my own suffering,
I am eager to see their own blood flow,
Do not call only for all buried in the
Lost memories?
Life, I made anything for you?
Why come? Why go?
Remember, when you escape to open me,
Is no longer my memories, my own memories?
If the sun to accelerate across the ocean,
Fall in the dark,
Like the image of your sink, sink, sink
Never pause
Sink into the memories of the sea,
Any waves sucked into the abyss.
Released into the atmosphere as warm breath
Cold air in the morning,
I escaped from your image,
I have forgotten the end of your face, your hands at the end, your bottom looks like.
Sudden appearance of a frown, glance and a greeting;
Instantly disappear and released into the atmosphere without a trace,
Escape without leaving the comfort and distance,
That has been destroyed, that is, memories.
I want to end your body absorb the fragrance,
Absorb it, keep it
As summer flowers greet the bees
So that they fan-hyun,
Privet hawk moth as to indulge ─ ─
However, a sudden gust destroy all the flowers smell
That I stood like a liar
Looking for lost memories.
Like the red-hot pincers removed split my body,
When you, in my previous life, so quickly away.
Violent resistance and anger surrounded me,
With reckless and unhelpful, I flew into the Void.
"Why, why, why?" I keep ─ ─
Why am I unable to keep your senses,
Why life is passing, and instantly become a memory?
So I need to think about, and then thinking,
Until he found the lost.
But I feel
All around me, about things in my
All smiled at me and still enigmatic,
I have no wish to ridicule
All but hearsay evidence,
That the dead want to capture.
Sin into my eyes and my heart;
My eyes can see, do please me too;
I hate that I moved;
I hate all life, and all the lovely,
I can compensate for the loss of all things.
I want my life; I ask again to get back my life,
My memories, that you ah.
It is you. I burst into tears;
Cundu whether, in the mystery Wuban tears,
Reshaping the image back to you,
Complete you?
However, I will not cry;
Strong through the tears because the CD effective,
Weaklings can only sick because of tears.
Tired to stay up at night;
I can only welcome the bed and forgotten
Now I reject myself.
Night, erase all boundaries, and gave me leave,
Charity to carry out your official duties;
For you, I'd rather trust myself.
But the night filled with wisdom and ability,
Wisdom than me, stronger than the sun.
Less than all the ground forces,
All were thinking and feeling, were resistant, were tears of rejection,
Now give me the night, overflowing generosity.
Time is not cruel harm
Pure, free and complete
Through dreams you are back,
You, my memories, my life,
You, the recent passing of time.
Next to you, wake up in the dead of night,
I began to fear ─ ─
Did I lose you again? I never want to find it,
You, my memories?
I held out my hands,
And pray ─ ─
Now I finally heard something new:
"Memories will once again visit,
By Thanksgiving, and repentance,
To become a lasting part of your life.
To experience God's forgiveness and good past,
Pray for him keep you in today and tomorrow. "
June 1944
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Christians and pagans
People close to God when they are depressed tragically,
Pray for salvation, peace and food,
Beg for pain, sin and death cease;
Mortals alike, whether Christian or pagan.
However, it was close to God when he was tragically depressed,
Poverty and shame to see him, no pillow, no feed their families.
Crushed by evil, by the death of pain,
Christians stand firmly beside God, he is under pressure misery.
Everyone close to God when they are depressed tragically,
To feed his loving soul, with food to feed the body.
Through the crucified Lord laid down His life for the people,
May God forgive Christians with pagans.
June 1944
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The Death of Moses
Shen 34:1: "The Lord will see all the land that gave Moses the ... ..."
In the few people to board the Nebo Peak
Prophet Moses stood, this man of God.
Eyes a loss, arm weakness fatigue,
Overlooking the sacred, the promised land.
Prepare for the death of Moses
Servant of the Lord now appeared in his side,
For the Lord, the height of the silent world
Directions for future leaders to the people, things;
Tired of the homeless from the foot to extend the opening
Is the promise of their homes, he could only quietly compliments
Summon the blessings of Sri Lanka will be the breath of death of soil,
Then, in the rest, the Looking death.
"You can glimpse of redemption from a distance,
But your feet are not in! "
Therefore, the eye of the repeated view overlooking ─ ─
Fuzzy in the distance, such as the beginning of dawn dawn,
Almighty hand kneading clay
Into the cup of sacrifice ─ ─ listen ah, Moses prayed:
"So, Lord, ah, you have to come back to honor your promises,
Do not let your word away from us.
Whether or down the wrath ─ ─ Freudenberg
We walk the right path is always conservative.
You have rescues us from the chains of slavery
With your gentle arm relieve our suffering;
When we pass through the wilderness and rough waters,
You are wonderful to lead us step across.
All the people complaining, whining and lament
Your patience to listen to go on ... ...
These people are not bent on good deeds
You lead them to find confidence in the road.
They become greedy and spoil idolatry
They do not love free manna.
You can not drop the disaster of the plague and salamanders
Your people could not be easily moved to tears.
That the heir
Actually fall into the pride of violent, so corrupt.
During the long journey,
Your life situation got no fury they exist.
And you people only ask you one thing:
That trust in you alone can save big ... ...
Lord, ah, your discipline, nowhere to run,
Even if the line to such a high death still came.
I just heard there before you,
Mongolia has chosen you to be your friend.
Your mouth, so the end of the source of holiness,
You focus on the poor, sad eyes.
Ear to listen to your people, you sigh and sorrow,
You reach out and interrupt the enemy's force ... ...
Behold, now how magnificent garden ─ ─
God promised the release you free! "
In the few people to board the Nebo Peak
Prophet Moses stood, this man of God.
Eyes a loss, arm weakness fatigue,
Overlooking the sacred, the promised land.
"So, Lord, ah, you have to come back to honor your promises,
Do not let your word away from us.
Are you proud of us from the grace of salvation
To teach you to anger discarded.
Faithfulness of the Lord, ah, I must admit that
You know you always righteous servant.
Implementation of the penalty decision that you have to it,
Servant of the soul to return to eternal rest retreated.
Only non-defiled confidence at the moment
Canaan had a drink the nectar.
That doubt, you reward him a bitter pill
Confidence in him to bring a good Thanksgiving and true worship.
You have done for me is very wonderful,
Bile and thus into the cup of bitterness and sweet.
You allow me to see you in Pago promise
You Let my people go, shouting long live to their Lord.
I'm dumping you down eternity, sink
But see my people be free to move.
Pardon of God and then hit O
You know I like to see them live.
I have a lot of hardship for them to bear, I would like to have enough
Now, people will come to salvation.
Hold thou my hand! ─ ─ stick is falling,
Faithfulness of God, as I prepared to sleep between. "
September 1944
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Friends
Not from the heavy soil
Like blood, marriage, vows
The power of sacred rule
Unlike the earth
Guarding the sacred ethics
To counter the stupidity and evil ─
Not from the earth, heavy soil,
But from the emotional and spiritual freedom of desire
No oath or legal constraints,
This is a friend Add to friends.
In support of our wheat fields,
Pious people work,
Given their sweat and labor,
If necessary, willing to bleed;
Catcher in the supply of daily needs,
It also allows
Mak lovely flowers bloom.
No planting, no irrigation;
Growth in the freedom without fortification,
And lively faith in the
No one will envy it
Life
Under the open sky.
In addition to daily needs
Heavy elements from the earth,
In addition to marriage, work and war,
The people are eager to own
Life
Facing the sun and grow.
Not only is the mature fruit ─
Flowers are very cute.
Is a flower to the fruit,
Effect only for flowers or fruit ─
Who knows?
But give us both.
The most precious and rare flowers
In Happy Hour
─ Can open from joy,
Take risks and not readily believe
Spirit of Freedom ─
This is a friend Add to friends.
From the beginning playmates
Opened a vast spiritual journey
To the wonderful
Distant lands;
This country, under the veil in the morning,
Flashes as gold;
When you are near the line, when the sun is high,
Thin cloud in the sky
Gone with the Wind soup;
This country, in a busy night,
Who was seeking to lure
Under the lights
Like the secret buried treasure.
Then, when it contacts
Human heart
With great pleasure, bold ideas,
Eye with a clear and bright people, such as freedom
To face the world;
Then, when the behavior of the mind leaping from ─
This behavior, which individuals stand or fall ─
From this behavior,
Strong and healthy,
Rise of work
Brought to life
Satisfaction and meaning,
Then the man, loneliness, hard work with
Desire
Intersect with the end of mind knowing each other.
Like a pure, fresh water
Let the mind be cleansed of dust,
To restore calm to hot mood
Into a strong point in the fatigue ─
Like a fortress, the danger and confusion,
Making my mind go back
Found refuge in this, comfort and strength,
This is a friend Add to friends.
Moreover hearts yearning to be trusted,
Unconditional trust.
Hate villain
Hide behind the mask of hypocrisy fed
Jealousy, suspicion and spying privacy
With a vicious tongue
Snake hissing sound issued,
Fear, hatred, and slander
Mysterious freedom of thought
And integrity of the heart,
Soul looking
Get rid of all the deceit
Good to the same soul
Full confession,
Freedom of association to each other faithfully.
Willing to look forward to positive,
Looking forward to cognition,
Look forward to thanks
Expect to be happy and strength
From another soul.
But he is more willing to lean
The stringent standards
And severe rebuke.
Mature seek
Loyal friend
No command, no mandatory regulations and dogma
But the advice, good and serious,
To him go free.
Whether far or near,
Joy or sorrow,
Ascertain each other
Faithful mentor in
With free
And humanity.
* * *
Air-raid warning came at midnight;
I'm missing you long time prodigiously ─ Nostalgia
How are things, how our lives have connected
How do I look forward to next year, you can go home.
Until the middle of the night a half more, and finally
Danger has passed the signal came;
If the harbinger of all sorts of danger does not leave ─ ─
The more you will be gently away.
August 1944
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Night language row
Stretch in jail bed
Walls gray gaze.
Outside, a summer night
Ignore summer I
Runoff from singing into the countryside.
The tide receded day
Slow and gentle
Docked in the eternal shore.
Nap,
Spirit, body and hands, the brain re-effective,
People, houses, soul and heart,
Fire burning.
Until dawn
After the blood-red night ─
Stand firm!
Night doldrums,
I listened.
Only to hear the guards walking and cry,
Distant couples down the laughter.
And then you can not hear anything, lazy Sleepy?
I heard the trembling of my soul volatile.
What sound?
I heard, I heard,
Quiet night thinking
Are fellows with the prisoners, whether asleep or awake,
As the audible voice and cry,
Life-saving drowning man cried as wood.
Rolling issued disturbing sound bed,
I seem to hear the iron practice.
I heard tossing insomnia,
Look good and then evil go free.
Sleepy dawn,
Murmured in a dream tell his wife and children.
I heard the little boy teenagers do not laugh
Childhood dreams began;
Force hold blankets,
An attempt to dodge incoming nightmare.
I heard the old faint breathing and sighs,
In preparing the final journey in silence.
I remember when surveying the number of likes and dislikes of reincarnation,
Now just hope that renowned immortal forever.
Night doldrums,
Only guard walking and sounds.
You can hear the silence of the premises,
Is shaking, tearing, roaring,
When hundreds of prisoners chest stirred the flame burning?
Chorus was silent,
But I listened carefully:
"We are old, young,
Children from all over the world,
We are strong, weak,
We were poor, rich,
Reduced to the same customers for the End of the World,
Good, bad,
No matter what we have,
Now we are full of scars,
We are the witness of the deceased,
Our group of provocative, depressing,
Innocent, and more by the accused,
The pain suffered by long-term isolation,
Brothers, ah, we are seeking you are calling you!
Brothers, ah, you can hear my voice? "
Twelve cold, sparse bell,
I wake up from the tower.
Silent, without a trace of warmth,
For my hide cover.
Vicious dog howling at midnight,
Makes me terrified,
Poor noise,
Unfortunately, yesterday, separated,
And unfortunately, today.
This, to me there are no harm,
From this day to that day,
No matter how new, no signs of improvement
Better than to rush the end of today?
I would like to see time migration.
When the night is bright showing signs of
When the midnight bell lingering crowd,
Ringing ringing.
I look forward to the midnight to
Flow in the glorious awesome
Evil extinction due to depressed
Good and by the joy of conquest.
Wicked,
Came to light,
The day of the trial.
People, ah, you want to watch,
The power of the sacred
Is trying to restore justice.
Happy to be declared
Faithfulness and integrity,
The race is a new creation!
Has been given under heaven of peace,
Son for the world,
Bring peace and beauty.
The earth is thriving
People, ah, to be free,
Be free!
I'm scared to sit Song,
Trapped in the sunken ship is like, I see the land,
As if things could seize, grasp,
As if the fruit abundance everywhere.
But no matter where I went to see, hold or seize,
Eyes but only darkness can not penetrate.
I am lost in thought;
Into the dark abyss.
Ah the night, full of violence and evil,
Why not shown your true colors!
Why do you want to test us a lot of patience at the end?
A silence deep and long after;
I hear the night bent over to me
"I'm not dark; only sin is dark!"
I heard all my heart growing anger
In numerous barbaric clamor,
Silence the chorus,
God's ears to the issue of attacks:
"Was chased and arrested
Notice the addition of helpless suffering,
Burden of life can not bear those
We still want to complaint. "
"We want to trap us in the indictment that the crime,
They have taken us from sins,
So that we become witnesses of injustice,
In order to end their complicity in slander. "
"We saw the need for anything else
We are bound to call into deeper sin;
Then they want us to shut up,
We silenced. "
"We are easy to learn to lie
Then let the unjust mercy;
When the helpless abuse,
We sit on the sidelines. "
"But the fire burning chest,
Remain silent and to name it;
We put out hot of blood,
Put out the fire inside foot stomp. "
"The old solidarity of the allies,
Today, the destruction and deprivation,
Friendship and loyalty and betrayal;
Tears and regret do shamed. "
"A godly seed, ah,
Was a defender of justice and truth,
God and the people now disgraced,
Xi Xiaosheng of living in hell. "
"While it is deprived of freedom and honor,
We are still upright in front of people,
Even though we have suffered adverse comments,
In front of people we claim to be innocent. "
"We are calm and firm, put human enemies
I still have complaints is convicted. "
"Only in front of you, the source of all things,
In front of you that we are sinners. "
"Fear of suffering and disorderly conduct,
In front of people we betrayed you. "
"We see the rise of lies,
We disrespect the truth. "
"We see the tragic brothers demand
Italy has a fear his own death. "
"We come to you small person,
Recognition of persons is a sin. "
"Lord, after the repeated disturbances,
We are confident that given multiple. "
"In our line has been way after such a bias,
We would like to see the dawn. "
"May your words for us to build roads,
Until the horizon of the earth. "
"Until you take away our sins before
We urge a conservative quiet patience. "
"We will quietly prepare himself,
Till you called us into the new era. "
"Till you calm the storm and flooding,
Until the signs and you. "
"Brother, ah, the night before last,
Urge to pray for me! "
When the first line of dawn slowly climbed up the window, pale and dark
Gentle warmth of summer and the wind had Meishao.
"Summer," I can only say, "beautiful summer!"
What will it be?
Then, I heard out of breath, low pace;
In my next abruptly stopped his cell.
My heart sixes and sevens, the body fits and starts,
I see, ah, I understand how the thing!
Moderate voice calmly read something sharp.
Brothers, ah, to control their own; all soon be over,
Soon, very soon.
I heard you taken the brave step to arrogance.
Do not look life, hope the afterlife.
I will be with you, brothers, ah, to your place,
Then dying last words I heard you:
"Brother ah, on the first turn white,
For me to live. "
Stretch in jail bed
Staring at a gray wall.
Outside, a summer morning
But summer does not belong to me
Runoff from the radiation into the countryside.
Brothers, ah, until the night the past,
Our dawn arrival
We must stand firm!
June 1944
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Force for good
All the magical power of both good around us,
Guided by faith and peace and security.
So these days I want to ride with you,
And you, my friends together to meet the New Year.
Previous years still haunt us at the end of the heart,
Distress under the weight of years of lingering fear remain.
Lord, ah, may you give peace to the broken soul of the next,
You promised grace, your comfort, in the bleak days of the years.
But if you handed him a broken bitter cup of destiny,
I will drink, and, the bitter residue does not stay,
We are grateful to receive only a non-tremor,
As this is your kind gift of love offered hand.
But if you then give the next _set_ their joy,
So important in our world by the sunshine,
May we always bear in mind this is over the years,
Committed again in your loving care.
May you spread the warmth of candle light,
Bright light shining into the night.
May your will be done so that we re-one;
May your love excited by a ray of hope brighten our night.
At the moment, the dead of night,
Please, let us hear the voice of your sons and daughters,
From the dark world, live,
Joy to the World's hymn to issue papers.
Both good power all around us is so amazing,
The courage to call us the future of a firm do not ask how
From early morning to night, there must be God with us,
Bestows the promise of love in the beginning of each morning.
December 1944
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Four stations to freedom
Law ─ ─
When you start seeking freedom
You have to learn to control your senses and mind the end of
Lest you end the proliferation of erotic and limbs
Make you walk off when the line
The end of the mind and body exercises you While you are from
Struggling to _set_ a good goal to pursue your
Unless you keep the law of constant
Otherwise, the end never shall know the secret free
Action ─ ─
The courage to do what justice should not only suspicious paranoia
Do not try to grasp the reality of heroic confusion in the dream
Freedom of action only flying in the sky
Fantasy does not make free long-winged
Swing out into the oncoming storm distress
Faithful and call you at the end of the holy faith
Free end of the end of Viiv will meet your spiritual joy
Suffering ─ ─
Ah what a wonderful transformation!
Already strong at the end to be tied hand to fly
Helpless consciousness of all actions has been stopped
You cry in reducing pain among sigh
In the faith that you have engaged in a more robust end of the arm
You can meet to rest in peace
Interest in a lingering desire to touch the free end of the truth
Entrusted to God in the glory of God will be fulfilled
Death ─ ─
Go to the end of the journey to the biggest free party in order to enter the end of eternity
O grave burden for me to remove the chain
Remove the temporary physical barriers together with the blind soul
Seeing clearly face the world I finally get to see the failure to
Free ah
A long time to use the law, with action, with the suffering are looking for
Today, the end of the lens through death
You finally saw the end in the face of God
June 21, 1944
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Who am I
Who am I? People often say:
I step out of the cell,
Calm, happy and firmly like a gentleman towards luxury.
Who am I? People often say:
I and prison officials to speak
Comfortable, friendly and clearly as in the shots.
Who am I? Who said:
I will endure suffering,
Calm, smiling, proud like a winner.
I really like they say it?
Or only say what?
I'm just like a dragon in the bird,
Anxiety, hunger, thirst, weakness,
Like being grabbed his throat,
Struggling for breath.
I miss the colors, flowers, birds;
I expect the kind words of sympathy and affection and companion;
I hate dictatorship and narrow-mindedness;
I'm wavering, looking forward to coming events;
Thousands of miles across the missing friends
Can only afford to shiver;
My prayers, my thoughts, my actions
Are boring, all is vanity;
I say goodbye to weak to want to get everything.
Who am I?
Which one is the real me?
A look today, and tomorrow another, Deputy virtue?
Or I also have a dual personality?
Hypocrisy in front of people,
After the man is despicable, cowardly shabby?
Or in my heart,
I still like a defeated army,
Is flee from the battlefield conquerors?
Who am I?
Tease me, is yourself these questions alone.
No matter who I was,
O God, you know: I belong to you.
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Sadness and joy
Sadness and joy,
Invasion of our senses sudden confusion,
The first strike started, simply incompetent
Resolution is a worry is the music,
A severe frost and heat exposure,
Burning us.
Sadness and joy,
Attitude to the meteor fall from the high world,
Shining from the top of the arc was shocked to fly,
Where the touch, just like
Fragments of ordinary life,
Suffered blows.
Calm, strong,
Destruction and the threat of the rich,
Sadness and joy,
Summoned or not ─ ─ ─ ─ search
Like into the parade.
Where encountered,
Have been changed, was awarded the
Strange gravity,
And worship of the spirit.
Cheerful joy of fear;
But with a sweet sadness.
What is life like indistinguishable
At us from the eternal approximation
Powerful, full of terror.
From every corner of the
It rapidly coming in,
Some envy, some wonder,
Rush, the peeping with
Sign of the future,
That came from above the mysterious
Being translated into inevitable
The ground rules of human drama.
So, what is joy? What is sad?
Only time can make difference
When the personal grief experience
Expands into a series of tired of suffering,
When the bitterness of the day groveling
Disaster slowly opened the bottom picture,
Sadness clearly emerge.
By that time most of us,
Because of boredom, that tedious
Can not get rid of misfortune
U-turn away from the drama, a rude awakening,
And ruthless.
Oh, mother, and dear ah ─ ─ So, ah, so
When you come, it is time for true love.
Friends and brothers, ah, your time has come!
Loyal to the end of the heart can change the face of sorrow,
Gently around to the most gentle
Heavenly glory.
June 1944
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Jonah
They wept in the face of death, the body was tightly grab ─ ─ turmoil hit the wet rope,
Capture the fleeting hand twisted rope, dying hope.
Far as the eye is churning horror night
Awesome release of wind waves, deadly power.
"Eternal perfection who enraged the gods ah," they roared,
"Help us, expressed anger that makes you a criminal
We do not know how much he offended your majesty,
Murder is abhorrent, back oath, or contemptuous blasphemy. "
"We have been for the disaster and his transgression,
Only to save his poor self-esteem. "
They cry that mourn, until Jonah said: "I!
I have sinned against God, let me kill it. "
"Go ahead, be sure to throw me to the sea! Is my sin, God only that angry with me.
Innocent people should not be the same offense, dead! "
They Acres trembling, but strong arm, single-minded
Out that the sinner. Immediately to calm the troubled sea.
From the door of faith
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