introduction

1 The Song of the Crow
You have tears
Flowers and bread
The day Jacob's well water turned to tears
Bread that cannot be eaten without tears
Prayer is connection
All I know is
swallow
pigeon
The Crow's Song
Eagle's eye
strength
The person holding the cane
Song of Job
creature
cross
Magpie rice
Mount Baekdu
The meaning of a single flower offered at the spirit tablet

2 Life begins with a single teardrop
Racing on an empty field
A Song for the Cold
Life begins with a single teardrop
The taste of seaweed rice cakes made with sea and sky
A book and a gold ring on a stone table
bitter apple
My body my room
Crazy Goldfish
Mother is a culture like Dancheong
Mother's smell
I don't think
The people who make Volvo
Diana Hug
running
Why did you say the wolf was coming?
3.5 billion years of evolution
Invisible Eleven-Faced Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva
Crows and Prejudice
Open your heart
If you grow up with love
mind
Open your hands

3 For the blue baby house
Lion's Eye
In a word
The meaning of chopsticks
There may be no tomorrow, but there is the day after tomorrow.
For the blue baby house
steaming
Look in the mirror
airplane
Swing ride
green star
Baby with a hundred billion computers
Coins that are placed upright for viewing
People who live on sour grapes
Like watering a bean sprout pot
Be a harp, not a bow
If a butterfly lands on your head, it becomes a ribbon
Playing with clay
Mom and Dad are one person
The most precious drop in the world
clock
The tongue wins
Anything like Dad
Sleep is falling

4 Will you be there when I go to Huntington Beach?
I'm so sorry for being alive
Morning has come again today
Let's go to Neverland
Running Gum
Flag of Life
The Miracle of Hidden Numbers
Speedometer of Death
Winter is still far away
April Fool's Day hoax
Nothing is as strong as a picture
The place where the photo was taken
For one morning
I can't make a call
Memory Box
The seat you sat in
It wasn't like that in the old days
Your thoughts
There are so many people there
Things that money can't buy
There is no rhetoric in death.
tomb
What time is it now?
Ghanaian wedding
The sound of your breath as you become the bride of heaven
I wonder if it's you
Windy evening
Will you be there when I go to Huntington Beach?

Appendix 5
Manjeonchun's duck comes to us
A love letter filled with heart
Bluer and more beautiful than jade
Where have you been and why are you here now?
Chrysanthemum, the prayer of dots
As you and I become one
Thousand-year-old agarwood

“I am now going the way you went.”
A sad and beautiful ending to a farewell,
The posthumous poetry collection of Lee Eo-ryeong, an intellectual of the times

I am now going the way you went.
That place is probably a path of the soul that neither you nor I know about.
― In the introduction

On February 26, 2022, Lee Eo-ryeong, a leading intellectual and great teacher of his time, passed away at the age of 89.
Before that, on the 10th anniversary of the death of his daughter, Pastor Lee Min-ah, who had become the 'bride of heaven', the teacher 'returned' to the arms of his beloved daughter and God the Father.
At the end of his life, as he was waning, he spent a long time collecting and organizing these poems, examining the cover and composition, and the way they were put together.
And a few days before leaving on a long journey, I completed this poetry collection, reciting the preface in a faint but firm voice.
Part 1, 'The Crow's Song', is about spiritual enlightenment and repentance gained from going to God, Part 2, 'Life Begins from a Drop of Tears', is about gratitude and support to all mothers, Part 3, 'For the Blue Baby House', is about the innocence and hope of growing children, and Part 4, 'Will You Be There When I Go to Huntington Beach', describes the time of pain after losing a daughter.
Huntington Beach is a city in California, USA, where Pastor Lee Min-ah lived during her lifetime.
The heart of 'Father Lee Eo-ryeong', who misses his daughter who left him early and is now unreachable, shines with transparent sadness through refined poetry.
The appendix contains a collection of poems dedicated to the works of ceramic artist Shin Kyung-gyun, whom the teacher admired.

I will look into each person's eyes like a lighted window / And I will do the same when I meet every living thing that has eyes // (omitted) If someone looks into my eyes and knocks, I will / open my door to him / Until he is as tall as my roof / We will build a big house by putting our rooms together.
― "My Body, My Room" section

Mr. Lee Eo-ryeong was a poet with a sharp and decisive gaze who could see through the world, but at the same time, he was also a poet who “believed in the human heart” and truly loved his world and its people.
The power of love and coexistence, trust in the goodness of human hearts, confidence and action in the future, the value of eternal life that circulates in the form of life and death… … .
The teacher's soft voice, emphasizing peace, dreaming of an emergency to care for "the little lives that need to be embraced," and saying, "Be a harp, not a bow," still rings vividly in my ears.
To overcome the “cold of poverty,” the “cold of being alone,” and the “cold of war,” we need “something warmer.”
The loving care of “Mother’s Winter Story,” the long-held hope for tomorrow like “The Dream of a Buried Reptile,” the warmth of consideration felt in “The Love of Penguins Who Build a Wall of Hurdles to Block the Snowstorm.”
These 'warm things' may become "the food of life and love for people who do not shiver even in the cold of a thousand years," and serve as a solid stepping stone for coexistence.

In the midst of life, to the hometown of death,
A flower-like poetry collection placed in the ending credits

When I open my eyes, the many nights are gone / and the morning of resurrection comes // For only one morning / Look at the rising sun / Your morning is my morning / There is only one morning.
― Excerpt from “For One Morning”

'Memento mori', a phrase that was like the teacher's motto.
Lee Eo-ryeong never forgot about death for a moment as he went through the fierce trajectory of life.
Death is not an ending that closes forever, but rather a return to the place of birth.
The teacher said that he learned from the life of his daughter, Pastor Lee Min-ah, that “death is meaningless and not the end.”
“The dark night has passed” and morning will come today and tomorrow.
In the form of unclouded light.
“The beautiful and splendid resurrection of life” comes dazzlingly “like lightning striking the darkness again.”
The bone-chilling pain of having to lose my beloved daughter, who I had “shared my flesh and bones with,” without even being able to share “a single breath.”
They no longer “suffer so much alone on long winter nights,” and they no longer “walk alone” “into the time without you.”

Believe in the goodness of human beings.
I share that feeling and bid farewell to you all.
I want to give back the shining gift I received.
I'm going back to where I was originally.
― Lee Eo-ryeong (Gwanghwamun Mural Memorial Slogan)