At the beginning of a long journey,
snow came, white as the presence of God,
already gathering its garments,
already setting out.

So every meeting became new,
every encounter fresh—
not because the distance was great,
but because grace had touched the road.

Now we meet again,
not as travelers returning,
but as pilgrims preparing,
hearts opened for the path ahead.

The weather is harsh,
the earth heavy with mud,
yet the whiteness of snow
softens the weight,
and what seemed dark
is lit with promise.

In this falling whiteness,
a new world is revealed—
and joy becomes inevitable,
like light breaking through clouds.

We may not have traveled far,
yet already
snow is descending,
not only on the ground,
but deep within,
falling quietly,
filling our hearts
with the nearness of God.

[Relationship Series – No. 13, Final Poem] This poem was written on December 7, 1974, during my military service. On December 30, 1985, at my wedding ceremony at Changcheon Church, a dear friend—singer-songwriter—sang it as a celebratory song, accompanied by her own guitar.

© TaeHun Yoon, December 30, 1975.