Leaving my confused thoughts behind, I climb up a mountain in autumn. I can hear the sound of fall on a quiet mountainside since I have laid down my thoughts. The sound of flowing water, of rolling leaves, of waving autumn leaves. I hope to be filled with thoughts of the Lord who loves me while I discard my thoughts which are full of physical desires. The crimson leaves are falling down one by one as I wait for the Lord Jesus in the late fall.

Written by Ju-Hyun Bang |Photograph by Yong-Bin Kim
Extracted from Yonsei Newspaper #410 (Nov 15, 2014)