Once love is born, it retains its place. The love I gave to Scott and received from him, and the love I have exchanged with so many women and men I have known, continues to vibrate in this world without ceasing. A web of love stretches across the earth. Finely glowing threads form a net…

There is no thing that dying, dies forever: Nothing is so forespent But it may somehow finally recapture That first content, Wrought of the frail and protoplasmic splendor Of element. There is no song, once sung, made still forever: Never such hush profound But somewhere in the fibers of creation Under the ground And over…

What is possession? It is the act of meditating on the law of the Lord, day and night. This meditation becomes a boundary, a sanctuary that defines what is truly mine. The source of all love and truth lies in the Lord’s love and His law. To truly possess someone is to have embodied that…

Flower Written by Kim Chun-su Before I called his name, He was nothing more than A mere gesture. When I called his name, He came to me And became a flower. Just as I called his name, Someone, please call my name That fits these colors and scent of mine. I want to go to…

No matter how much I may forget, It has always remained within me in some form. It was my identity. He was a foreigner, and I have become someone in whom a foreign identity is deeply ingrained. The reason I have never fully belonged to this society is that this love has become my very…

I didn’t decide on love. I just let it be. But I feel the power of it. So now, I have decided to love. ​ I had chosen the way of living for the body. It was the dessert of the soul. I had chosen the fake oasis. I lost myself. ​ I remembered our…

Psalms 1:1 – 1:6 Blessed is the man who has not followed the counsel of the impious, and has not remained in the way of sinners, and has not sat in the chair of pestilence.  But his will is with the law of the Lord, and he will meditate on his law, day and night.…

Choosing what to love inherently defines what to hate and cast aside. To love everything is to fail at loving what truly matters.

A clear day awaits. Greeting the dawn mist on the porch, I put on my shoes. Pushing open the cold iron gate, my warm breath rising from flushed cheeks spreads into the layers of sunlight through the fog.

I walked along the Yeongildae seaside path. The water flowing within the breakwater was crystal clear. The sound of water splashing against the rocks—clink, sparkle, clink. That sound made me look down. It felt as if the sunlight and the water were speaking to me: “Look at this small, clear moment.” Farm Table Cafe at…