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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

The graveyard sleeps beneath a quilt of cloud.For twenty years it has grown—not in stone,but in the hearts that refuse forgetting. At the center of its hushstands a house raised on bones.Beneath its roof,an old man receives a newborninto arms … 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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“Are You Climbing the Ladder?” (Letter from the Parsonage, Those Who Remained in the City, Twelfth Story) 1994, Yoon Wan-Hee

It was a crisp early autumn morning. The church custodian had already set a tall ladder against the wall, preparing to wash the church windows. This yearly cleaning of all the windows was by no means an easy task. The … Continue reading

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“October’s Shaman Dance”

The shaman threads the moon on high,A silver knot in midnight sky.She spins beneath its haunted glow,Where truth and shadow come and go. The willow drinks from steel’s sharp tongue,Its roots still hum the songs unsung.A borrowed light, a fleeting … Continue reading

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