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“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

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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

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“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

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Family

© WanHee Yoon, (Faith Column #17, LA Christian Today, August 25, 2010) Last week, we enjoyed our once-a-year family vacation. Our quiet home—usually shared only by my husband and our two cats—suddenly overflowed with life. The guest room, always firmly … Continue reading

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“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

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“Birthday Gift”

As my birthday approaches each year, the wild child within me begins to stir from its slumber. I use the occasion as an excuse to try things I’ve always wanted to do. One year, I planned to go bungee jumping—but … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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