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“Earth Toward the Temple”

© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 in Korean, Trans. by Copilot. – A dream for peace beneath the storm – Lightning split the sky— and the earth, pale blue and yellow, wore the face of a weary child. Rain walked with sky … Continue reading

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“Time Drifting on the River”

© TaeHun Yoon, 2025 The sun rises again—not as promise, but as proof that nothing stands still.Its light burns the desert clean,naming every shadow that dares to exist. Man stands between dust and eternity,tasked not to conquer but to remain … Continue reading

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“River of the East”

© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 A black serpent wore the weight of a week’s rebirth around its neck.It had been struck, cast into the stillness of the wild. The ground ran red with blood,and the city reeked of burning flesh and … Continue reading

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“For the Sake of Youth” (From the Pastor’s Residence Letters: O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Twentieth Story) By Yoon Wan-Hee, 1996

Among the young, there are some who already live as though they belong to the world of the old. Yet among the elderly, there are those who live with the freshness, vitality, and fulfillment of youth. When I speak with … Continue reading

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“Just As You Are” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, Eleventh Story, 1996) © Yoon, Wan-Hee

The Futility of Expectations in Human Relationships Recently, I had an opportunity to reflect on how useless and exhausting expectations can be in human relationships. We often invest so much emotional energy in what we hope others will do for … Continue reading

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Struggle

© TaeHun Yoon, 1994, then 2025 The graveyard sleeps beneath a shroud of clouds.For twenty years it has grown — not in stones, but in the hearts of those who cannot forget.There, in the middle of its silence, stands a … Continue reading

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“The Woman Who Kept the Night” (Letter from the Parsonage, O Souls That Leap Like Deer, First Story) 1994, © Yoon Wan-Hee

In the middle of the night, just as I was about to drift into a dream, someone shook my shoulder to wake me. Half-asleep, I heard a voice: “May I put my bag under your blanket?” Rubbing my eyes, I … Continue reading

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“Cultivating the Orchid” (Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Fifteenth Story,1994)

© Yoon, Wan-Hee In the parsonage living room stands an orchid, nearly fifteen years old. It came as a gift when my mother-in-law carefully separated a shoot from her own cherished orchid and entrusted it to us, reminding me several … Continue reading

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“Mother”

(Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Fourteenth Story, 1994) © Yoon Wan-Hee “Did you know she had tuberculosis?” The social worker’s voice buzzed from the phone, startled and anxious. “As you know, I told you clearly … Continue reading

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“Children”

(Letter from the parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Story Thirteen, 1994) © WanHee Yoon The name “Soviet Union” vanished forever from this earth. The leader he once trusted and admired fell from power, and a new one took … Continue reading

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