Endless purple herbs stretch across the tidal mudflat. The sun has already fallen into the sea and I can hear the soft wind, tinged with the taste of the sea. When I realize that whatever my eyes see, whatever my ears hear and whatever my mind thinks of are all full of sin, I realize, with sorrow, that I nailed You to the cross. I cannot bear such pain. Lord! Have pity on me.
Photography by Young-bin Kim | Written by Joo-hyun Bang
Extracted from church newspaper #590 (September 1, 2018)
