A woman who’ve lost her husband
and have been living with her only son
whom she is betting her only hope on,
follows the funeral procession of her son,
blaming God who has no heart no mercy.
Who’s trying to steal my grief?
I am alive but not living.
Can’t I even cry?
Somebody puts hands on the coffin
of my precious son? How dare?!
Is this man maybe….
Jesus the famous?
I heard that he performed many miracles,
but can he raise the dead?
Rise? Who rises?
Is he telling me to stop crying and move on?
He surely doesn’t know the real world.
On my God, what is going on?
My dead son is talking?
What? Is my son risen from the dead?
This man is really Jesus?
Has he raised the dead?
Jesus raided two from the dead.
The dead son and his mother.
I can raise the dead too
by blow the hope into the dead
Just like God blew the breath of life
into dust of the ground.
Rejecting her gesture and voice
without even letting my ego know,
hiding my gesture and voice
deep in my ego,
with boring spiritual lecture
as a background music,
seeing her over there in front
as the heroine in a movie,
I was a man swallowing a pain
In the dark movie theater
watching a movie with my lust.
It was fortunate
that I was not fallen
into her stealthy temptation
and I was not tricked by my own trap.
I almost forgot
that I was becoming a flower.
But I could try to compare
my pain of lust and desire
with the pain of Jesus on the cross.
The agony of Jesus
was not from flesh-piercing nails,
not from people’s merciless contempt,
but from the sugary temptation
of Mary Magdalene,
so even though I am dozing
on the hard chair in sanctuary,
my pain of not materializing the lust
is not less than the pain of Jesus.
A country girl is dreaming a preposterous dream.
Her life is entrusted to a poor carpenter,
but her mind is aiming at that higher place,
dreaming a cute dream of meeting God.
That’s why she is not surprised and just accepts
the words Angel Gabriel says, which is more
ridiculous than her dream,
because her body-soul-sprit has been brooding the Savior.
Fear of stoning death can’t kill her dream.
Scarlet letter can’t wound her dream.
She won’t regret her dream
despite her painful life of having God as her son.
She’ got the title of God’s mother
that is more humongous than her dream.
She and I are dreaming a dream
that is more absurd than any other dreams.
Do you ask who she is?
Whoever is dreaming an embarrassing dream
Is my ‘she’.