Violence sometimes
sleeps within us,
like a sealed volcano—
until one day
it collapses in ruins,
like the towers of 9/11.
Even then,
parades of peace drift through the streets,
slowly,
as though nothing has happened.

Revival
sleeps across generations
beneath thick quilts of sorrow and despair.
Then suddenly,
like fireworks bursting in a midnight sky,
it opens itself.
Grief becomes a cry,
and silence
can no longer find a place to stay.

Buddhism crossed oceans
from East to West
in search of human dignity.
Islam, through long decades of devotion,
has guarded the ember of prayer.
Now Christianity is slowly rising,
awakening this village we call the earth.

Thai monks breathe harmony
into a land aching for balance.
Young voices at the Winter Olympics
shout hymns of hope.
On the Super Bowl stage,
North and South America,
native and immigrant,
calling every name,
dance with one heartbeat.

These are
the forms of God’s first breath
woven into the human story—
the mission of creation.
Freedom was born
entangled with desire and jealousy,
and only later did we realize
how deeply we had fallen—
into valleys of death,
into wars birthed by fear,
into the endless race of weapons.

Yet
the Old Testament gave birth to the New,
and the New keeps calling us back
to the creative power of love.

Jesus as Buddha,
Jesus as Muhammad—
not the same,
yet echoing the same longing:
harmony, balance, love—
a single thread,
a prayer shawl woven by countless hands.

It seems the time has come.
Revival has been growing quietly
since the first tears of Adam and Eve.
Now the shared heart of the earth—
the revealed and the hidden—
from Washington
to the deepest jungles,
from the most fearful darkness
at the floor of the Mariana Trench
to the breathless light
on Everest’s peak,
awakens and begins to pulse.

Second Adams rise everywhere.
Countless bodies
become one body
in love.

Listen—
to the colors of the world’s songs:
the pulse of Adumu,
the grace of Bharatanatyam,
the longing of Arirang,
the burning fire of Flamenco,
the radiant precision of Irish step.
Tango, Salsa, Haka, Hula,
Raqs Sharqi—
the soul of the earth
dances and resounds.

Toward a worldwide revival
of united hearts.

This is the day the Lord has made,
proclaiming the return
of days of revival.
Long-awaited peace
has already set
its giant footsteps upon this land.

Do you not hear it—
the sound of its coming,
treading barefoot through winter snow,
unafraid of the cold?

The gentle sound of God.
Do not our united ears
hear the united song
of peace and love?

Quiet—
yet a symphony
where every instrument is joined,
the spring orchestra of all creation.

— TaeHun Yoon
February 12, 2026