Category Archives: Poetry

“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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“Gwangjang Market”

This morning we hurried beneath Seoul, riding the subway toward Gwangjang Market, and before the market itself revealed its thousand faces, a nine-month-old girl riding in her stroller offered us the first greeting of the day. Her mother beside her, … Continue reading →

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“At Hyupsung, with an Old Friend”

We journeyed southward, to the city where King Yeongjo‘s Suwon HwaSung Fortress beneath the patient hills, where generations pass and memory lingers among the pines. There I met again my old friend, Rev. Dr. Se-Hyoung Lee, teacher of teachers, a … Continue reading →

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“Over Cheongpung Lake”

The water remembers. Not only water, but roads that no longer lead anywhere, a stone step before a vanished door, a mulberry tree reaching toward a field that now sleeps beneath the lake. Names once spoken at dusk rest quietly … Continue reading →

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“Cricket on My Window”

Who are you, little voyager of the green world? Out of the roaring highway you came, out of the bright rush of June, out of the invisible fields and grasses beyond the guardrails, crossing the torrent of speed without hesitation. … Continue reading →

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“Traveling”

Early summer. I sit upon a bench before Sungsan Art-hall Grand Theater in Changwon, Korea, waiting, listening, already traveling before a single note is sung. Not by airplane, not by train, not by the crowded arteries of cities— but by … Continue reading →

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“Ascending Namsan”

At last, I climbed Namsan. For the first time. All my life I had longed for this mountain. And Namsan welcomed me as though it had been waiting for ages beyond counting, through millions of years of stone and sky. … Continue reading →

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“Passing By”

I spent a day in Seoul, changing from bus to subway, following directions toward Entrance 2 of Line 2. Then my eyes fell on a small street garden beneath a forty‑story tower of glass. A single white lily smiled at … Continue reading →

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