Submerging myself in work,
Deeply engrossed in it,
As if facing life or death, I toiled,
Then years trickled away.
Over a long stretch of time,
The engine of my heart
Grew rusty,
So the ignition of poetry,
The ignition of management,
Could not be lit.
For a few weeks, to and fro
I’ve been hauling them around
Until they sparked,
Igniting also
The engine of my heart.
From now on,
I will run.
For if I act while dashing,
Then in the world of Providence and for all mankind,
The footsteps of their hearts
And the footsteps of their bodies
Will gradually hasten;
The howling wind
Will be heard,
And while reaping,
The sound of poetry
Will roar like the waves.
<Providence History, March 2016, Ignited by Pastor Jung Myeong Seok>
