Radiant rays do not penetrate
through windows stained with mud,
but if a wretch sheds tears –
he has yearned for Heaven all his life.
And his soul will shine alive,
like a house built on a Rock,
while messengers in Heavenly attire
there will spread their mighty wings.
Just a handful of tears to exchange
and in his heart, with Jesus, he is rich.
No other such Holy invitation
exists anywhere in this fallen world…
For the spirit can give birth to everything –
feelings, music, words, dreams.
But his deep thirst
will tremble among bitter tears.
They are the pains of stone, hewn
from the Great and Holy Rock,
that returns its eternal longing
through windows with washed glass.
May Christ abide and shine,
like the Sun in a sanctified home,
while hope sings hymns
in the heart of one whose sins are forgiven…
Stefan Glavchev
(Fleeting Remains)
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