HIDDEN TRUTH

In this world, I haven’t lived in wealth,  

And I don’t regret it in the least.  

I’m satisfied, Lord, when they remember  

You through the words I’ve released.  

One builds a beautiful house,  

While another’s hoarding their gain.  

What’s born from dust returns to dust,  

Completing its destined chain.  

But I don’t want to leave here empty-handed,  

With a barren womb and no fruit to show,  

I seek a Faith from Heaven to be granted  

To me, a timeless home to sow.  

For what’s earthly remains down below,  

No one will carry it up to the skies.  

Both greed and glory are in vain,  

With neither does the soul arise.  

It’s through righteous deeds that God adorns,  

Bestowing on man spirit and breath.  

And better to love Him in the depths of despair  

Than to amass wealth that leads to death.  

Yet this Truth remains hidden from the world,  

A trap for the faithless souls it ensnares.  

What good is it to feast in this life,  

If it robs me of my God and His cares?  

I need neither silver nor gold,  

For they're covered by the green grass bed.  

In this world, I haven’t lived in wealth,  

And I don’t regret it, nothing to dread.  

Stefan Glavchev  

(A Copper Bowl)