우리들교회

November was fading away on the day I arrived in Seoul in 2005.
Things appeared so different, so foreign even to a person who had been born there
on one autumn day in 1957.

Time flew as if time were sucked into the black hole for many months.
Through the wee hours of the night #8211; I used to watch
“Late Night with David Letterman” during this time#8212; I stayed awake,
Sane people were all sleeping.
Yet, there I was alone in my room with the television droning in the background#8212;
“Sang Sang Plus: Old and New” was quite funny.
Sitting in front of my computer screen, I tried to find some meanings
with meaningless chitchats to some folks I didn’t even know from oceans away.

Time wilted as another morning sneaked in.
I sat with an imaginary friend in a Star Bucks booth and drank today’s special
on a mug with two straws.
I walked the streets of An Gook Dong where there were plenty of cheap “Korea Originals” and
unattractive ladies covered with shoddy “brand name goods.”
I looked up the sky above Jong Ro, only to smell “Hyun Dai” everywhere
and only to see smoggy space making my eyes teary.

Time brought to a halt as if time were stuck in between the two universes.
Crippled in a small joint,
I finally found myself slowly turning into a spiritual paralytic.
I faintly existed being unable to dig through the crowd to reach Capernaum,
Yet, that paralytic had four friends who would carry him
and make an opening in the roof above Jesus, but this paralytic had none.

Another November was fading away on the day I waited for demise in 2006

(((I will continue to write this in English if there is anyone who wants to hear
my spiritual confession and share his/hers with others in the language. Please let me know!)))