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About TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

Poet, Retired Pastor of the United Methodist Church

“When the Earth Cries Out”

(For Joan Sebastian Guerrero, Lorenzo Salgado Araujo, and all whose names become prayers) The earth cried out before anyone spoke. Before the reports were written. Before the questions were asked. Before explanations searched for words that could never mend a … Continue reading →

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“The Morning Houston Forgot the Moon”

It was my birthday. The morning cameas every birthday morning comes—light entering quietly,birds rehearsingtheir ordinary hymns. Yet far away,over Houston,another morninglost its way. Houston—the city that oncelifted human footprintstoward the moon,the city that taught childrento look upwardwith wonder,forgot,for a moment,the … Continue reading →

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“Coming Home”

Thirty-eight thousand feet above the earth, feel like as in the Heaven, the airplane glides through a white silence. Clouds drift beneath me like unwritten letters.The wing bends gently west to east, stitching continents together with a silver thread. Canada … Continue reading →

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“The Day After Election”

Some won. Some lost. But dawn arrived without choosing sides. The buses breathed along their routes. Shop doors opened to familiar streets. A farmer touched the soil still holding yesterday’s rain. A mother set bowls upon the table. An old … Continue reading →

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“흐름“

세월과 우정이 깊은 골짜기로 깊어질 때 즈음 바다건너 고향 땅에 친구들 만나 백발머리 주름 새로 흐르는 그리움이 구름되여 흐드러지네. “Flow” As the years pass and friendship deepens into a valley worn by time, I cross the sea to meet old … Continue reading →

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“Heart of Listening Stories”

My wife has been the faithful witness to my life. Not because she walked every road beside me, but because she listened from the other end of the table where my friends and I have gathered through the decades. In … Continue reading →

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“Blessed Life”

The day flowed like a slow river through old friendships and remembered blessings. At noon, among the green hills of Ansan, I shared a table of hanjeongsik with the pastor, now ninety, and his wife— the two who once stood … Continue reading →

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“Fresh Waters, My Home Church”

– For Changchun Methodist Church, 120 Years A clear stream runs through the world, not with noise, not with power, but with the patience of water finding every thirsty root. On a Sunday morning, the prophet speaks again: “These waters … Continue reading →

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“Lost Anchor “

Yesterday, guided by my seminary friend, Pastor Park Byung-yoon, a companion from the Class of 1973, and his wife, I crossed Ganghwa Island and arrived at Gyodong Island. There, the old market waited. Not a market merely, but a harbor … Continue reading →

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“Dongmak”

Do you know this place? Late, perhaps too late, I walked the tidal flats of Dongmak in the morning light. Now, having entered my seventy-seventh year, I feel the sand receive what remains of my blood and flesh, as if … Continue reading →

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