I saw a small persimmon tree in the yard of an art gallery in Insadong.
The little red persimmons dangling from the tree looked wonderful and everybody was admiring them. I used to come here often in the spring and summer but I didn’t realize that there was a persimmon tree here because it was growing between some other trees. But now in the fall, when I saw the beautiful red fruits, I could recognize it and call it by its name, “Ah, you’re a persimmon tree.” Seeing the blue sky through the branches of the tree, I smiled and prayed, hoping that the Lord would call me by my name as well.
Written and Photo by Myoung-Sun Jung
Extracted from Yonsei Newspaper #409 (Nov 8, 2014)
