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<Farewell! To Mother>

She's drifting in sleep, night and day,

By the painkiller injection, pain numbing away.

Wane and withered body, like prune

Which hardened day by day as a cocoon.

Not waking, she'd dreaming to fly in the sky

To be a beautiful butterfly.

Leaving the ninety years, in bittered

Sorrow of her children, at last she'd flittered.

She longed to see her granddaughter wed,

Enduring pain in silence, unsaid.

Through ache she’d held on tight,

No words, enduring day and night.

When she heard the news that the wedding finished,

And beautiful spring day, her dream’s accomplished.

At once she deeply exhaled her breath

And put down her loads and passed the Lethe.

How could it not be sorrowful? Leaving

With unfulfilled eighty eight years,

It just the same, even if Adam

Had fallen short of a thousand years

Born with empty-handed, yet leaving

A legacy in this world to have made a big family

In heaven, henceforth may you dwell with

The Lord in eternal peace and serenity.

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<Mother's Shroud Embroidered With Flowers>

New spring, she used to buy the pots of flowers

And one day she bought a shroud embroidered with flowers,

Because of loving them and long time she've stored it to cherish

In closet. It's beautiful golden hemp cloth not garnish.

She's silently sleeping and lying in flower bed.

She'll fly to the air to get on a bobsleigh sled.

In the flower bed she's dreaming to fly to sky

And with a flimsy golden wing, she does to lie.

She've prepared to tread the way for long time, today.

She've loved the flowers in her life and will smelling on the way.

She's lying on the flower bed in a golden cocoon,

She's smiling to dream her honey and lying to swoon.

Today, she's wearing the golden shroud to go

Away to meet her husband. Long ago

He passed away, with a dress with no pockets and no purse,

And hastily mind she's getting on a limousine-hearse.

(Feb., 2025, Kinsley Lee)

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<The Journey of My Mother's Life>

That is not short and not long

Ninety decades of life.

There’re a lot of joy and a lot of

Dizzying, her worldly life.

But she’d been with Jesus to the end

Of her time, a real disciple-dom,

With no regrets and no sorrow

She willingly approached His kingdom.

(2025. 3. Kinsley Lee)

<母生旅路>

不短不長生九旬

多歡多亂活紅塵

耶蘇至末同爲歲

無悔無悲主國轃

(七絶 乙巳 三月 桑谷)

<모생여로>

부단부장생구순

다환다란활홍진

야소지말동위세

무회무비주국진

<어머니 삶의 여행길>

짧지 않고 길지 않은 인생 구십 년은

많은 기쁨과 많이 어지러운 세상 살이었지만

예수와 마지막까지 함께 했던 세월이라

후회는 없고 슬픔도 없이 주의 나라로 다가갔네.

(2025. 3. 상곡)

#Poem #elegy

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The Members Of Kangnew Battalion

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They were the gallant Royal Guards soldiers in Ethiopia But one days applied to participated the war broken at unknown Country, far away. They descended the Olympia To the port. And arrived the land the cannonballs flown. The name "Kangnew", it means the invincible at the battle, The heroes wrote the many legends and the core Operations they carried out. With the sky-high mettle, They planted the freedom on the land which torn by war. They returned to their home with medals and honor of victory, But after the revolution, they must bump into the new era. The reason of fighting against the communist, astrictory, They were kicked off from their works, living with their life like para. The almost of the veterans were nineties. They're living with the retrospect, But now Korean and world's freedom is owing to their merits, And their heroic story isn't passed, it progress for prospect. For Freedom for Human. It always be remembered, their merits! (1st, Aug.,2023, Kinsley Lee)

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The Ode For Twin Star

-In Memory of the Air-Force Pilot, the Father Myung-Ryul Park, and his Son In-Chul Park…

The hillside is dusky when the sun set in the west, The riverbank the road lights flash on the dandy creased Roads. In the small cell, they prepare for their rest. And on the sky, the stars appear their faces in the east. But the outside of the land the day's affair's not finished, Under the starlight their busyness are not diminished.

One day the gravestone was erected in this hallowed ground, And with greeting, a new star appeared in the sky at night, And the four-year son's waiting his sire to the airplane's sound, And longing for father but only the star's beaming the light When he grown up, been an air-force pilot to fly But one day, sadly he chased his father in the sky.

Yon, the twin tombstones on this land. Hark! The twin stars on the sky, on this hill and river, they shine. Without the resting the gray tombstones gleam in dark, The last post blows the calmly sounds in this shrine. For their living days for their country they did their best, And the small cells under the ground the all souls rest.

Owing to the sacrifice of the stars the road-lights shine And the Pleasure boat progress upstream on the river And hot summer on the farm the grapes are maturing on the vine For wine. We must not forget their sacrifice forever. For this country, he left this land for being a star, And even his son chased him for being another star. (10th, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)

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The Great Teacher, Homer Hulbert In Yanghwanjin

King Sejong invented the Hangeul letters, But for a long time those was not widely used Even between the people, the transmitters Were the traditional letters, so it couldn't be fused. The great King invented the letters for the people But the missionaries diffused the Hangeul to the people.

Most of the plain people were illiterate. The missionaries translated the English Bible To Hangeul, and taught it, at last they be literate. He researched the letters and taught the people. The Great King invented the Hanguel, so he's the father. Hulbert fostered the letters, he's the mother.

The old Korea was called as the Morning Calm And the most people were poor and lived with no hope, Due to the Hulbert, full of balm Are the letters, and people have the right and hope, For a long time, Korea had received the American assistance. To the other country, Korea can give the assistance.

He'd fought with Korean for many years Against for the old thought, freedom and independence. For Korea, he shouted to the stuffy ears, For assisting Korean to regain the independence. Though, he didn't witness the success of Korea, But the Great Teacher's resting in Yanghwajin in Korea.

-Kinsley Lee

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The No Named Flower

Even the Great Solomon in all his splendor Couldn't dressed like one of flower in the field. But they are competing their costly powder And brand-named bag to a flower in the field.

The Bible in the priceless bag is more precious Than that in the gunny sack? All The Words are same weight, God is gracious And strict to the people, it's equal to all.

But some believers are bragging their achievements By brand-named bag and watch in church. These can't be the emblem of sincerity to the Commandments, But some people can be despaired and left in the lurch.

Only the no named flower is more gorgeous Than the brand-named bag and watch in church, And always, the unpretentious prayer is more precious Than the pedantic poem or glorification in church.

-Kinsley

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임관 40 주년 기념시

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The Trumpet Creepers(능소화)

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The Fall

The leaves are falling by the fall winds' blowing. Our lives are withering as the season's going.

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A Certain Passing Away of Self-Ownership

In the merry, holiday morn, the memo pads are fluttering. Forlornly, instead of the lord, they are fixing on the window. All the night it rains with feeling chagrin and tears're dropping. Blowing the air on early morn, the winds try to console the sorrow. In the world, it were full of the crying of the self-ownerships. From deep palace to the sky, they are boasting the success in ever-where. It express deep sadness on the memo pads with many penman-ships. The white petals are floating and going with the soul to somewhere.

The Elegy for the your president of self-ownership who suicided.

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The white hair

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The hot day, when the sun is high, the wild-born flowers fade away, 

When the man angry in the giddy dust, his hairs are turn white to decay.