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“Over the two screws*”

I used not to ask anything. All my life, I did the work myself. Do it alone — never ask — that was my rule. And yet, there I was again on the bathroom floor, learning that nothing about making … Continue reading

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“Absent Labor, I Fade Away”

Time movesin its quiet circles, and I move within it— a small figurein the workshop of days, one pair of aging handsamong the countless handsthat have built this world. Absent labor,I fade away. Not yet into death, but into somethingalmost … Continue reading

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“True Music”

— With a Heart Longing for Peace I stand upon the shore. The sea roars. The wind moves. The moon waits. The sun gives. All of them draw one another through the quiet conversation of the universe. Far beneath, the … 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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“Half a Century Later”

Time does not pass. It settles quietly like dust upon an old hymnal, like sunlight resting on photographs whose faces still wait in a fading frame. And after fifty years— or perhaps only yesterday— five friends gathered again by the … Continue reading

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“Farewell”

A month— no longer than the turning of one page in the book of heaven— yet long enough for my soul to remember its first language. Tomorrow the wide-winged airplane will lift me once more over the Pacific, back to … Continue reading

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May 18, 1980

May 18 arrivescarrying both fire and flowers. History opens its old woundson this day. A mountain exploded once—Mount St. Helenstearing open the American sky,ash falling like gray snowupon forests, rivers, and homes. The earth itselfcould no longer remain silent. And … Continue reading

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“Woman! That Beautiful Name”

One week before Mother’s Day, I found myself visiting Grandmother Kim at a nursing home. Among the elderly residents sitting in wheelchairs, minds drifting, passing the slow hours in a haze, one grandmother suddenly called out in a bright, clear … Continue reading

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“Mother”

I once read a newspaper article that made headlines about the pop star Madonna and the maternal love she showed toward her first daughter, Lourdes. When an ordinary mother loves her own child, we think nothing of it — it … Continue reading

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“Road”

I do not speak for others.There is only this voice—returning, uncertain of itself,still learning its own measure. In sorrow, and in the brief mercy of joy,in the falling and the rising again,there is one road— not chosen once and forgotten,but … Continue reading

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