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The Sound of Cicadas

(Parsonage Letter: Story of the Four O’Clock Flower, Ninth)© Wanhee Yoon, 1995 A few days ago, while eating breakfast, I found myself gazing out the window at the thick summer greenery. Then suddenly, from outside, came the loud chorus of … Continue reading

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Before and After

The spinning top—still,yet burning like the sun. An open fieldwith roots layeredfor a thousand years,silent,as if the earth itselfwere waiting. The sea did not cool—it flared,a mass of fire,an ocean swallowing its own horizon. Faces collapsed,masks shattered,falling into ocher clay.Dust … Continue reading

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1969.9.9.

Beneath the tall stone embankmentby the elementary school beside my home,the sound of murky water trickling—the black, stagnant waterseeping from every cornerof the city of Present where I live. Deep in the mountain valley,where ancient trees and rocks keep watch,water … Continue reading

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“Haircut Day” – Letter from the Parsonage (Four O’Clock Flower Story, Second Story)

Last Saturday morning was my youngest son’s haircut day. Usually, he goes to the barbershop, but sometimes, when he refuses to go, we set up a temporary barbershop in the bathroom. Armed with scissors, a comb, and various haircutting tools, … Continue reading

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The Day Moon

Winter brushes the fingertipsof the shaman—empty-bodied,visible from all directions—morning and evening. A bird, perched on a dry branch,laughs,its entrails spilling out. Hair, like scattered feathers,drifts towardbuildings stripped bare,unfolding slowly—a voice without accompaniment. The night that had been swept awayreturns to … Continue reading

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“What Remains” – Letter from the Parsonage (For the Sake of Beauty, Fifteenth Story, 1987), WanHee Yoon

On the window frame of the parsonage entrance, where the sunlight streams in dazzlingly, sits a small decorative porcelain cat I bought not long ago at the church’s thrift shop for fifty cents.Its glossy black coat is tinged with soft … Continue reading

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“Family” – Parsonage Letter (For the Sake of Beauty, Eleventh Story, 2001), WanHee Yoon

One evening, while my youngest child was playing computer games late into the night in their father’s office, he turned to me with a satisfied expression and said, “I love my family the most! I’m thankful for everything!” “Really? I … Continue reading

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“Dream” – Parsonage Letter (For the Sake of Beauty, Story Five, 2001) by WanHee Yoon

The dream and vision that blossom in the soul of a person are more beautiful than anything in this world. If that dream is only for one’s own wealth and honor, it will soon wither like the flowers of the … Continue reading

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“The Bitter Cup” – A Letter from the Parsonage (The 14th Story in the Blueprint of Faith) by Wan Hee Yoon

Among our American church members in Queens Village, there is a woman named Margaret McGowan. Every time I see her—a 76-year-old great-grandmother—I am reminded of how strong and resilient the human will can be when grounded in faith. Her 100-year-old … Continue reading

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“A Broken Circle” – Letter from the Parsonage (12 of Faith Blueprint), Wan Hee Yoon

Eight-year-old Justin, who lives next door, is picked up on weekends by his tall, towering father. As always, when Justin climbs into his father’s car, his grandmother and mother watch him go from the window for a long time. Even … Continue reading

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