DISSOLVED BOOK

The deaf see me, but do not hear.

The blind hear me, but do not see.

The fleshly resent with spite.

The weak offend in helplessness.

Between the anvil and the hammer,

I bear the heavy blows.

I do not blame the fallen with scorn.

I do not extinguish the little light.

I wear no mask on my face

and seek no share of another's glory.

If I have none, I will ask God.

If I have more, no excess remains.

I do not hold onto human debts

nor look for splinters in others' eyes.

I pay for the mistakes I've made

and swallow my bitter without complaint.

I have unraveled the secrets of life

on how to be full or to be hungry.

I warmed the freezing with my fire.

I shared my gifts with those in need.

I do not mourn, thrown out like trash,

and I do not tremble, even at a target.

I have both Faith and a Hearth!

I have my Sun and my Universe!

Am I a traveler? The Path will end.

Am I a wretch? It will be for a time.

Let what’s written come to pass!

Let the sought accept me!

Fate is wondrous. Like a song.

Its notes are penned by Someone Else.

I didn’t live a life just to be easy,

but to let my Cross be from above.

And that is enough for me in this world.

Up there is the interest earned.

And within me, the Dissolved Book

is read by God, and He smiles… 

Stefan Glavchev  

(Seeker of Pearls)