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December 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
PRAYER IN FOUR VERSES
1.
The Lord has shown me
His hands held out together,
His empty hands.
There falls only my sorrow
Upon his palms like snow.
Now, Lord, your hands are full
Like snow-laden boughs of an evergreen.
2.
I have nothing, Lord.
Fill me with the lonely emptiness
From which everything is drained,
Until I am like an empty vase
Left at random on a table.
3.
Something I feel
Of sorrow and ecstasy
Fretting to an irritation.
A moonlight edge of hill,
Ever swept by the wind,
Which I call life.
The whole universe
Glowing white with moonbeams.
4.
A thin thirst is spread in me
Like the violet twilight over a December field.
Crossing over the chilled waters of half-mockery and half-regret,
I proceed toward you, Lord.
Drench my cheeks with hot tears
And drown me in your mercy.
— Park Mok-wol (1916-1978)
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