WHEN WE NO LONGER EXIST…

(Consolation for the Faithful in Christ)

When we are no longer here,  

embraced by God in heaven’s light,  

the relentless force will descend upon the earth,  

the eerie one with long, flowing hair.

She will chase the wicked in terror,  

bending them toward her dark master’s throne.  

All thrones and crowns will crumble,  

scattered like dust before her altar.

Powerless, conscience will be shattered,  

under the weight of a cruel mark.  

Worshippers, turned to carrion,  

will exalt the most accursed horns.

Choked by her venomous slander,  

a volcano from hell will roar with rage,  

while bats and vile tarantulas  

announce the coming of Satan’s son.

And a black plague, more horrifying than decay,  

will envelop a sinful lineage in tar,  

for they had stood against the Almighty,  

the most despicable enemy of Eternal Life.

Piercing hands of grace were crucified,  

crowned with thorns, Christ endured the pain.  

Until these days – of irreversible horror,  

when they blaspheme God with wicked tongues.

There will be death, invincible flesh,  

in demons clothed in human guise,  

for Evil reaps its harvest  

under God’s eternal skies.

(The Rise of the Fall)  

Stefan Glavchev

THE SIN OF EARTHLY ADAM

The bitter burdens weigh heavily  

on love that's been scorned.  

If the blind lead the blind, you see,  

both will end up in the pit.

But today, they spit in the palms  

of some wanderer from Eden.  

With glee at their blindness to calm,  

they dig at the earth on their bellies.

Alas! Human nature  

doesn’t heed Heavenly pleas.  

It desires not a single ache,  

only to eat and to sleep with ease.

And for long it will scratch and claw  

with claws right down to hell,  

where the bat and the mole draw  

their masquerade in a swell.

No saint could weep for them, caught  

on the cross in despair.  

The world is shrouded in darkness;  

the earth is wrapped in twilight air.

Amidst the spite, fury, and jeers,  

the sightless will fade away,  

where sin will roll them in death's fears—  

the sin of earthly Adam, they’ll pay.

Stefan Glavchev  

(Fleeting Remains)

EVERYTHING IS WORTH MY FAITH

I saw beautiful skies.  

I saw waters, crystal blue.  

I saw the innocent dew  

in orchards laden with fruit.  

I saw the lofty stars.  

I saw time taking flight.  

I saw deep furrows,  

where seeds are sown in the night.  

I saw the wise light's script.  

I saw unbroken ancientness.  

I saw in the invisible heights  

the longing of the entire Universe.  

With awakened eyes, I beheld  

the wondrous limits of this Earth,  

and there’s no way to silence  

my spirit’s Holy Truth.  

That Truth is such that even today  

our hearts remain blind as can be,  

even when a Message visits us  

from God in blazing hands so free.  

He gifted us Himself!  

I hope that mankind sees this!  

A new life will be created,  

while the old one will cease to exist…  

And a world of countless miracles  

will float with Him in the cosmos!  

I can hardly bear it,  

but everything - the faith - is worth it…  

Stefan Glavchev  

(Seeker of Pearls)

A CONVERSATION WITH MY LORD!

O Lord of all Heavenly Grace!  

Grant me Spirit and Strength in this dark world!  

For Caesar frightens me with tragic news  

and seeks to capture my spirit through deceit…  

Look to Me, my son! Do not worry!  

The world will vanish amid treachery and lies!  

Sinners will perish and all that crawls,  

if they lack redeeming tears for Heaven!  

O Lord! Uphold my heart with Faith,  

for the evil spirit of the beast is hard to endure!  

Your blood today is scorned by the godless elite,  

sly as a viper and with a devilish face…  

Do not bend, my son! Remember My covenant,  

and an angel will protect you from all evils!  

Even if they punish you with the hottest flame,  

I will be with you in the fiery furnace!  

O Lord! Before You, I stand humble and quiet!  

When darkness falls – in Your Spirit, it is Day!  

Come! Hurry with Your two-edged Sword  

to pierce Evil with Your Holy stroke!  

I am coming soon, my son! In the blink of an eye!  

For My own, I am Justice! For the unclean – woe!  

Wait for me in the South with your gentle yearning,  

for I have redeemed you and covered you with Eternity!  

(The Bird Within You)  

Stefan Glavchev

THE SCALES OF THE SPIRIT WILL PREVAIL!

I do not want flashy tinsel

to beguile my eyes,

but may the Lord guide me

with His righteous scales.

May a crushed reed

bestow mercy upon my spirit,

and it will call upon Heaven,

before it is consumed by evil.

I do not want glittering chandeliers

at some festive banquet,

where wine flows

over a Covenant trampled underfoot.

Rather, I would hide a lamp

with a wick, blackened by sorrow,

for it, amidst the blind stillness,

awakens all my pity.

I do not wish to eat and drink to my heart’s content

with wealthy princes,

for in their palaces

there is not even a breath of Eden.

But let my feast be with the hunchbacked and the lame,

for if I forget them - woe is me,

since God remembers them last.

With faith, let me sink

to the most insignificant souls.

And in them let me sow and reap…

And may Love comfort them too…

For that moment is coming when

the scales will tip with the Spirit,

and God will richly reward

each one as much as they deserve…

Stefan Glavchev

(The Copper Bowl)

DAVID'S HARP

David's harp plays a ringing tune.  

The olive tree bears its fruit.  

God pours out His goodness from the Spirit,  

Faithful to His people, He stays true.

The White Dove stretches its wings,  

Creating mighty faith with ease.  

Strong in the Word and glorious in deeds,  

The Lord burns bright in our souls.

So much has passed; little remains.  

The late rain gently falls.  

The Bride awaits in pure attire  

For a wedding with the Heavenly One, she calls.  

She'll open the pearl gates  

In a moment blessed and divine.  

The cups will overflow with wine —  

Spirit, praised from the Vine.  

The temple will glow with pillars of white.  

In hymns, the City will sing.  

Glory will bloom across heavenly heights  

With a longing like palm leaves in spring.  

And like a fairytale — bright and alive,  

A gift for the joyous life,  

The Arpha will forever play its lively song,  

With David's wondrous Spirit, it will thrive.  

Stefan Glavchev  

(I kneel before You)

THE SIREN OF THE GUARD

With threats comes anxiety.  

Even nightmares take their shape.  

Somewhere, a terrifying fire ignites,  

and a public building goes up in flames.  

Or with some raging storm,  

the waters rise high.  

And then the sirens wail,  

when vigilance has been kept.  

I watched too with Celestial guardians,  

for dangers are countless in the dark,  

as the enemy with fierce rage descends  

and unleashes a dreadful flood upon our hearts.  

And then a sinister deception occurred.  

The Sacred Covenant was trampled upon.  

A wicked criminal traded in the Temple,  

yet no one seemed shocked or withdrawn.  

Wolves occupied the pulpit -  

not a single lamb bleated in alarm.  

And after Judas' yearning for Mammon,  

the warmth gave way to chilling calm.  

For long, I was a siren for souls,  

never ceasing my anxious call.  

Every word I shared, given,  

in light of the Sacred Example of Christ.  

But my hair turned gray with sorrow,  

and sadness settled deep within me,  

when they saw a threat in the guard,  

and in the siren - dark arrows.  

How can I write in these uncertain times?  

How can I be crucified for them?  

If they see black in the white,  

and in the Sacrifice - mortal sin?  

With threats comes anxiety.  

And today, anxiety is seen as heresy…  

And when they replace their God -  

prepare to be deemed unfortunate.  

For in a field overrun with weeds,  

a wicked disruptor is the grain.  

And the siren watches in vain,  

to startle them with the Divine Voice…  

Stefan Glavchev  

(The Rise of the Fall)

WINDOWS WITH WASHED GLASS

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)

I CHOSE FAITH IN CHRIST!

Unbelief is a thorny weed,  

while faith is a pure white lotus.  

A person will always reap  

what they have sown.

One may have a barren field  

with worms crawling through the dirt,  

and from a harvest so thorny,  

only pain and tears will emerge.

While another will create a garden,  

filled with rays of God’s light,  

so year after year,  

it brings joy to shining eyes.

And let no one complain  

when the day of harvest arrives.  

What you’ve sown... That is  

the life born from your choice!

One willpower! It’s what decides  

the heart’s most pressing question…  

So call out before the Father:  

I chose faith in Christ!  

Stefan Glavchev  

(Seeker of Pearls)

ONLY WITH CHRIST

My enemy sends wind and waves,  

and with fierce wrath he strikes,  

but he will never darken  

a heart that believes in its Lord.  

It is tied with a heavenly cord,  

stronger than the chains of hell,  

and there’s no way a roaring lion,  

can take away my eternal reward.  

He will watch his wounded jaws  

from the Sword that sharply pierced him,  

for against his dark authority,  

not flesh from earth, but lightning rises.  

And caves will not conceal him,  

not even deep pits in the earth,  

when God says to him: "Tremble!  

I bring you recompense for your deeds!"  

My enemy sends wind and waves.  

A sign that he has little time left.  

Even if he succeeded in wounding me,  

every wound turns into honor.  

And my pain? It’s just a sign,  

that I’m still on the Path and alive,  

and in the battle with the unseen foe,  

only with Christ will I prevail...  

Stefan Glavchev  

(The Bird Within You)

TO YOUR LORD BE TRUE!

Don’t succumb to sorrow,  

for you’ve lived in grief and pain.  

Life, true to Jesus,  

is black on the outside, white within.  

And there’s no meaning under Heaven  

to switch places in a hurry,  

even if temptation and deceit  

might dress up as something sweet.  

The rich today are wretched,  

even if they're swimming in wealth.  

They appear white, but deep down are dark,  

and fury burns within their hearts.  

It would be easier for a camel  

to pass through the eye of a needle  

than for a soul, begrudgingly bowed,  

to shed its temporary burdens.  

Lurking, the dark prince waits,  

watching from the other side of the door.  

His harvest is plentiful—  

souls tethered by money and power.  

And no cry of "Oh, God!"  

will reach the heights of light...  

It can’t, sinners! It can’t,  

if the spirit has ensnared you in deceit!  

After earthly and lavish glory,  

the bow is paid beyond,  

and no one there forgives  

hearts that are prepared for judgment.  

But you, be true to your Lord,  

strengthen yourself in His Covenant,  

and endure this cunning and bleak world  

clothed in white garments.  

Stefan Glavchev  

(A Copper Bowl)

WHY IS IT HOT IN HELL?

(In response to the grim statistics

from the two terrible wars in this world)

Warlike cries are unleashed

amid destruction, grief, and despair.

What warmth awaits them on the other side,

once their earthly time is done?

Human blood is spilling.

The weight of guilt grows overwhelming.

With wild fury, the killers

accumulate their own wickedness.

They are filled with blind hatred,

and their fingers hover over the trigger.

The icy world watches them,

coldly counting the dead.

When a victim dies, forgiveness

can no longer be granted from beyond.

And with this fact, so doomed,

the souls are snatched by hell.

For once blood is stained,

it won’t ever wash away,

and it’s only the devil with his horns

that the sinful eyes will see.

With a knife drawn, a brutal attacker,

not just one, meets his end,

and only in the fire does he understand

that he is a descendant of Cain.

For from the earth, the blood shed

screams against him,

while he is caught in the soul

by the jaws of a dark lion.

And down below there’s only an echo

of screams in the gloomy rocks.

No peace, no mercy, no solace

for the souls, once beasts…

Why is it hot in hell, I wonder,  

and why are there no tears for killers?  

You can’t take away something  

that you’ve never given in the first place…

Stefan Glavchev

(The Rise of the Fall)

DISTANT TARGET

If a man loses one thing,  

he becomes rich in another.  

He may fall in love with Heaven,  

or with this deceptive world.  

And with this inevitable choice,  

the heart will pay the price  

to pursue its longings  

toward darkness or to light.  

Universal Truth will bear down  

on each of its Holy Swords.  

The earth will swallow earthly beings.  

The spirit will soar away.  

In two kinds, clearly divided,  

fate will reveal itself.  

And on the fateful arenas,  

it will bleed from fierce battles.  

In an unrelenting drama,  

the world will dig a trench,  

while the victims, with the fiercest flames,  

will vanish in their love.  

With a distant target—until  

the flesh breathes its last,  

and the spirit steps into the Holy  

Heaven, which opens its doors…  

Stefan Glavchev  

(Fleeting Remains)

THE MEANING OF THE LYRE

The divine meaning trembles,  
Enveloping the heart of the poet.  
He would not write in vain  
Even a single random line.  

Words are a sacred work  
When the Spirit stirs within them,  
And in an instant, Light descends  
To shine with rays in our hearts.  

The verse emerges like a song,  
Sung in breath, suddenly,  
And leaning over his notebook,  
The poet flows forth like rain.  

He pours out dreams, heals wounds.  
He takes away pain and sorrow.  
Skillfully, with chosen words,  
He gives of himself in his offering.  

To penetrate deep into souls  
With comfort, with pearl-like waters.  
To well up in the eyes from tears  
And to carve long in memory.  

Such is the entire fate  
Of a spirit bound by words—  
In a scorched desert  
To give birth to blades of grass,  

To be a stream, to rise up,  
Captivating every thirst.  
This is the meaning of the lyre,  
Born to ring out the divine...  

Stefan Glavchev  
(Seeker of Pearls)

READ THE WORD! READ IT!

Read the Word! Read it!

The Creator has given you eyes!

A blossoming flower

blooms in the rays of the sun.

In the embrace of the Light

live each day and hour,

for the Lord has paid the price

to be alive in all of us.

Read the Word! Read it!

Fill every line with faith.

For with Innocent Blood in the verses,

the Holy Covenant is born.

And whoever, walking in Christ’s footsteps,

lifts their cross, will proceed,

having broken the chains of the flesh,

they will capture the Heavenly Spirit.

Read the Word! Read it!

It will grant you victory!

Your enemies will not frighten you,

as long as the Fire burns within you.

And somewhere beyond the Cross,

a bridge to God’s Kingdom,

you will measure your height

by the resurrected Christ.

Stefan Glavchev  

(The Bird Within You)

WHAT IS WORTHWHILE IN THIS WORLD?

What is worthwhile in this world –  

think, ponder, and understand.  

Lies thrive in debauchery,  

fear gnaws at the godless.

Death, with its dark shepherd's crook,  

herds the foolish sheep,  

and each one forges its own coffin  

with its senseless heart.

The earth shakes in upheaval.  

Above, fire scorches it.  

And brothers – guns against guns –  

are dragged towards destruction in hatred.

The corrupt ruler trades  

and weighs souls on a scale…  

What is worthwhile in this world?  

Decide, my friend! Decide!

Don’t let Evil break you!  

Don’t bow your head to sin!  

Christ redeemed you with His Blood  

and freed you from death!

For Him, sorrow is worth it,  

grief with countless sighs.  

For He is the Sun in the rainbow  

and He is the only Meaning.

And even a caged bird in exhaustion  

Will bloom with faith in cream.  

May you too experience  

Such a life devoted to God…

Stefan Glavchev  

(A Copper Bowl)

KNIGHT FROM YOUR RETINUE

You will come, Jesus, on a horse

white and strong, with mighty hooves.

Above the sky, stilled by Your call,

the world will experience Your Holiness.

Behind You, on white steeds,  

the Faithful Saints will follow.  

But Your enemy, bowing low,  

will sink into the depths of despair.  

Grant me Your Faith and Sword!  

To be a knight from Your retinue!  

And my spirit, boundless and far,  

will soar up high alongside You.  

Right to Your Throne—up in Zion!  

Right to the gates, pearl-white!  

I will come, Jesus, on a horse  

with a gentle mane from Sacred commands!  

Stefan Glavchev  

(I kneel before You)

BALTHAZAR

Balthazar feasts with the nobles,  

raising a toast with a cup in his hand.  

The die, rolled by deceit,  

has placed a crown upon his head.

In his kingdom, first and irreplaceable,  

proud of his heavy fame,  

but in God’s nostrils, there’s smoke,  

as a mighty wind scatters it.

The king is feasting. The wine flows.  

His eyes are heavy with drink.  

A ray shines on the palace walls  

and fingers appear, vaguely.

They inscribe words on the stone wall  

and make Balthazar soberer.  

"What is this frightful writing?  

Where is the interpreter? Where is he?"

Soon the man of God arrives  

to interpret the wisdom penned.  

"Weighed on the scales, you are light,  

and your glory is worth a handful of dust!

Your kingdom is divided today  

and your days are already numbered,  

for with God's gold you feast,  

fooling yourself and your hyenas.

Your power is finished. It ends here.  

Persians and Medes will plunder it.  

And you, humble yourself, for when the Heavenly hammer  

punishes you with prophetic words…"

In the dark night, Balthazar breathes his last,  

pierced by a spear from ambush.  

The die, rolled by deceit,  

snatches his soul away to hell in an instant.

So in the future, on this earth,  

may all remember what earthly glory is…  

The crown is worn, but at a cost,  

etched deep in the black darkness.

Stefan Glavchev  

(The Rise of the Fall)

FAITH, IN UNYIELDING SPIRIT

This world is drenched, like a pendulum,
Swinging tipsily to and fro.
Long ago, black became white in it,
And the crooked was designated a temple.

From its extreme poles, the evils
Recharge from deceived souls.
Justice counts her bruises,
As evil seeks to crush her with a hammer.

The awakened faith is being banished.
Covenantal words are crossed out.
In the spotlights - abasement and depravity
With spectators - parched grass.

Joy abounds in godless halls
And noise rises from all-consuming shame.
The earth shakes in lawlessness
And roars with tremors, here and there.

In the deceptive pit of progress,
A devastation of virtual worlds,
While somewhere behind the dark veil,
A snake keeps slithering.

The world has been given to her since time immemorial,
And with a double-edged tongue, she twists it.
To swallow souls with a merciless whirlwind,
And to distort Meaning into a lie.

I live with faith, in an unyielding spirit,
And my heart whispers a final call.
On the path, narrowed to a slender ray,
May the Heavenly Moment catch me.

And may this world, dangerous and depraved,
Vanish like a mad nightmare,
While somewhere in the Eternal, awakened,
I glimpse Life - in Joy and Gift.

Stefan Glavchev  
(Fleeting Remains)

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)