Today I will speak profound words
and anyone who reads them – may understand.
The sky touches with a hand,
and again, with that hand, man finds God.
The hand caresses, carries, and creates.
The hand reaches out to the drowning.
The hand will ignite the fiery call
and will not escape from life’s trials.
The hand generously gives and shines
when it shows kindness towards the poor.
The hand will even shelter a nail,
even if blood flows until death.
The hand kneads the fragrant bread
or begs for a humble coin.
It wipes tears when someone is weak
and wants to weep their sorrow away.
The hand is a refuge for gifts.
It reflects every act of sacrifice.
When it curls into a fist, it’s an altar.
When stretched out – it’s complete salvation.
And may it endure like this –
inspired by the Will of the Lord!
The hand… The Gracious hand!
Creating Love,
and born of Love…
Stefan Glavchev
(Copper Bowl)
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