— For the Eternal Love That Forms Us

I am the bread of my own journey.
I am the prayer in the dust of the road.
I am the poem through moment writes the day.

The sun keeps crossing the ridge again and again,
reminding me that eternity speaks with time.
Sorrow may wear the face of death,
but within it, something new is always being born.

A thin cloud drifts across my heart—then disappears.
The day breathes open.
The hearth glows warm.
Children laugh in the yard,
pretending not to see what they already know.

Inside a woman’s body,
eggs shimmer like pearls of dawn—
each waiting to become a story, a person, a world.

I came to this quiet town,
took another name,
and dropped anchor
in this small bowl of dough.

I gave wings—then broke them.
I built cradles and graves.
And in the silence,
I shaped your face again.

It was for love.
For creation.
For the fragile engine of redemption.

Now, I let you go completely.
That is how freedom began.
That is how I learned to love again.

In stillness, I see God dwelling in the ashes,
shaping stories out of longing.
Rebirth is not only of the body,
but of the heart that dares to walk again,
to love again, to live again.

Love is not a promise—
it is a practice, renewed each night and morning.
And salvation does not come from outside,
but from the mercy, joy, and story
we live with one another.

So all are notes as remembrance:
In every ending, love begins again.
From ashes, a new tenderness blooms.
In surrender, you and I rise once more.

© TaeHun Yoon, 1984 & 2025