When joy overflows its banks,
I simply weep.

As if twelve thousand years of sleep
beneath Ethiopia’s ancient soil
were suddenly stirred awake,
even a life worn thin with sorrow
rises like a great wave,
lifts itself above the clouds—
and tears come,
quiet and unstoppable.

On the day I lost your way,
I learned what freedom truly is.
And so,
walking the open road,
I stopped,
stood still,
and wept—
wept until the heart felt whole again.

It was a day so vast,
it cradled the sky itself—
a vision of meliorism,
stretching wide to lift all humankind
toward the dream of universal harmony.

It was a Thanksgiving morning.

Yes—
now the heart opens,
as though twelve thousand years
have finally turned.

For when I rejoice in thanksgiving,
I simply weep.

© TaeHun Yoon