where palms etched with psalms are lifted high
and the utterances of '아버지' & '주님' are familiar cadences that roll off the tongue
Home is sacred ground,
the place where jars of tears spilled over to nourish the ground;
where faith was a glimmering thread that was never obscured
by the dark dark night
the backdrop of my gasp and cry
where the all-consuming presence of God cannot be denied.

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