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Tag Archives: Poetry
“Light”
© WanHee Yoon (Faith Column #20, LA Christian Today, 1998) One day, while walking along the shore, I realized that the sea no longer remained simply blue or green. It breathed endlessly, alive with shifting light and color. The blue … Continue reading
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“My Name”
My name—always spoken, always summoned—yet only when I am far awaydoes it rise, like breath,to the surface of the world. Sitting here, watching you,I see only the name I once had—and the one I will wear tomorrow. When I was … Continue reading
In This Small Bowl of Dough
— For the Eternal Love That Forms Us I am the bread of my own journey.I am the prayer in the dust of the road.I am the poem through moment writes the day. The sun keeps crossing the ridge again … Continue reading
“Midwinter Sunlight”
Midwinter sunlight—thin and thirsty—leans into the snow, as if lost in a dream, murmuring long tales of a weary army dragging itself from the edge of a forgotten homeland. From afar, it looks like an angel—a fierce, burning flame.I scoop … Continue reading
“Grave”
Time fell like a droplet from the crown of the head,slid down the throat,passed the chest, the belly, the thighs—and finally seeped out through the soles of the feet. [It’s over now. Enjoy your journey.] Across every street, torn cries … Continue reading
Winter
The wind has a mind of its own tonight—it slips between the ribs of the trees,a steady hand brushing the worldinto the shape of silence. Somewhere a barn door swings,creaking against the weight of snow.The road, once clear, now foldsunder … Continue reading
Choir Director
In Memory of Phyllis Ann Nichols This evening, during choir rehearsal,Daniel’s* arms moved gently in the rhythm of the choir’s harmony—as if held by something beyond sound. A dove that had flown by day suddenly turned its wingsand descended upon … Continue reading
Flowing Water
In the valley soaked in love—from beneath its arms,rose the scent of human sweat. Even death itself was, in truth,a fragment drifting through the sky,a sip of wine,a single sigh,the sweet lips of a woman—a bridal procession. Turn your head.Look … Continue reading
The Night That Rises
The flies come thick, fevered— drawn to what softens, fades.“Eat, drink, be merry,” they murmur—“for tomorrow, you vanish.”Their hum coils around a bowl of bone,a whisper threading through the marrow’s wind. From every corner they gather—pale ones, dark ones, the … Continue reading
Evening Primrose
– A Love That Waits in Silence Night lifts the soil in tender hands,stones breathing beneath her touch.From the hush of the earth, life trembles awake—a slow hymn of endurance,the human ache folded deep in green. The sky, a fenced … Continue reading
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