Tag Archives: Poetry

“My Valentines”

Posted on February 14, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

A hidden Valentine of the twentieth century—its root descendsinto a winter day of the third century,February fourteen,where Saint Valentine of Romefell in silence,refusing the machinery of war,binding men insteadto love,to marriage,to fragile households of hope. Time does not move forward.It … Continue reading →

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“Why do people love flowers?”

Posted on February 10, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Why do people love flowers?Perhaps because flowers do not wear uniforms.Each appears as itself,anywhere, anytime—last year or this year—and quietly—shows uswhat the Creator’s heart might look likewhen it is not trying to dominate. Mix religion and politics,and neither faith nor … Continue reading →

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“Thousand Birds”

Posted on February 8, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

It’s all right to be anything—every shape, every form.Creativity in the skyteaching us how to changewithout breaking. A body walking toward peace,like waves spending their own force,like a symphony risingwithout a single center.A world leaning toward equity—strength learning restraint,weakness discovering … Continue reading →

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“At the Gate of E‑Circle”

Posted on February 4, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

“Here, this is your new address, so don’t ever lose it! All right?” About two years ago, my husband repeatedly reminded me of the importance of those strange symbols, while I only half‑heartedly pretended to listen. Then he added, “When … Continue reading →

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“The Sound of April”

Posted on January 27, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Human history is a long crossingbetween revolution and resurrection—an unending struggle for justicein the name of freedom.That freedom was the life of our Lord. Two thousand years ago in the Middle East,Jesus rose from the grave.Ten years ago in the … Continue reading →

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“Sermon On the Third Day” – Wrestling under a Winter Storm

Posted on January 27, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Beloved, collision follows collision.And the days—the days do not improve. People certain of their rightnessmeet the machinery of the state,power moving through the streetslike weather—impersonal, efficient, hard to stop. But remember this:everyone belongs to someone. Sons and daughters.Fathers and mothers.Uncles, … Continue reading →

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“Waiting for the Winter Storm”

Posted on January 24, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

January 24, 2026, noon—the first small snowflakesdrift through the air and disappear. The time has come.From this afternoon until Lord’s day night,fear and a strange sense of expectationquietly rise together. For daysthe forecasts have kept changing,their certainty revised hour by … Continue reading →

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“Judge Lee Jinkwan’s Tears”

Posted on January 22, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Behold—the wail of fifty million people! Deep in the chest,pressed tightly,a spring of wateron the verge of bursting. Between reality and unreality,January 21, 2026and December 3, 2024were bound together in han. Beneath the sacred Sindansu tree,the forgotten Hongik Inganbegan to … Continue reading →

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Temporary Dwelling

Posted on January 14, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

I will stay away for the summer,just one month—that much is settled:a borrowed place,not one I claim. I think of the Thai monkswalking north from Texastoward Washington, D.C.,mile by mile—more than two thousand—through a winter that does not soften.They walk … Continue reading →

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The First Step of the New Year

Posted on January 1, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Well—yesterday and todayflow at the same unhurried pace.Time does not change its speedfor our sake.Yet in this house, after my wife has gone,everything stands where it always stood,and nothing is the same. I have left untouchedthe work she once tended,yet … Continue reading →

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