The Words of Sun Myung Moon's Family
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The Words of Sun Myung Moon's Family |
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Jin Moon with her brother Kwon Jin Moon
1975. Thinking of my little brother, Kwon Jin
My little baby brother! Can you see it?
A handful, it of news
-- coming over,
Waddling and wobbling.
Already -- I mean, my dear,
A silklike gush of wind
blowing
From yonder mountain,
Like a busy sparrow in flight.
Like your big sis here,
Keep your ears open as one does on top
of a high mountain;
Like the ocean,
Keep your mouth and nose
wide open.
Then you become receptive to all things around you.
Somebody's coming here --
Carrying a five-colored parasol,
Clad
in the bright rainbow.
My little baby brother! I furry, put on
Your Sunday best,
And
let's go out, you and I!
To meet God's own spring ambassador,
Ever busy, extraordinarily
gifted,
And, of course, exquisitely beautiful --
Right?
1975
Time goes round and round,
Going round,
My absentminded
heart,
Silently, as in a wasteland.
As if making fun of my anxious waiting, Darkness lingers
on,
Scrubbing its greasy paint in slow, slow motion.
I count
the hours aloud with my own fingers --
Several hours before the
incoming tides.
Before I realize it, my fancy
Paints the
familiar faces --
"Papa, Mama, please come home right away!"
As the streaks of dawn straighten their backs leisurely,
Each
leaf, turned golden,
Reflects the radiance of the sun.
As
morning gradually turns into day,
I impatiently await
To greet
my Papa and Mama
With a big, happy smile.
1974.10.12
The sun is setting toward eve:
A deserted, lonely road
stretches ahead --
A wanderer trudges along.
Dogging the mountain trails and
following the river banks,
He has so far survived so many untoward
incidents on the way.
Entangled in a labyrinth,
Heavy in his heart,
How many
seasons and years it has been
Since he has stopped counting...
Suffering all manner of hardships,
His skin suntanned beyond
recognition,
The ice of utter loneliness forming around his
heart,
The wanderer drags his weary feet
Along a forsaken,
solitary road,
Roasting his dim memory of hardship On the setting
sun.