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)

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)

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)

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)

SUNKEN LIKE A STONE

 (a poetic memory of the film,

which shook my heart

with the Spirit of the message below)

When the proud Titanic

collides with a mountain of ice,

and amidst hatred and prohibitions

the world is engulfed in rage,

keep a white rose in your heart

and cherish it alive within,

even if you tremble with fear

from the coldest waves.

You might be in a third-class

cabin with rats and stench,

and without lovely company

with a glass of rum and chocolate,

but still Love will flow,

and you'll be like Jack,

ready to call out to Rose,

dressed in a makeshift tailcoat.

The world will break in two

under the weight of heavy iron.

The rich won't even bother

to wipe a tear from their eye.

Even a life jacket

won't save his soul,

if he seeks a relationship by convenience

to adorn himself with a jewel.

But you, fight for your white rose

until your last breath,

for if she has survived –

you've found heaven and a summit.

And even, mortal among the waves,

sunk in icy waters,

heights will pull you up

to the highest stars.

When the proud Titanic

collides with a mountain of ice –

let one Love remain with you,

for it holds the price of a Covenant.

And her divine flame

inscribes upon the gates of Paradise:

Sunk like a stone,

rising to shine! 

Stefan Glavchev

(Seeker of Pearls)

FOR ETERNITY – ETERNAL!

Eternity is hidden behind a veil

from human, mortal eyes.

Within it lies a prison for the villain

and for the wretched – beams of light.

It is, beyond the end, a new beginning.

For the spirit, a fateful leap.

Existence – caught between black and white.

Finality – caught between devil and God.

How one prepares for it

is each person's choice and path.

Between the Son of God and the wrongdoer

the world stands divided.

Fate has a thin line

before the Heavenly Eternal Life,

but earthly beings cannot calculate

and rely on their mortal lineage.

From Adam's clay to Stone

a heavy toll is paid -

A Holy Sacrifice with Christ's Flame

for humanity, born in Light.

To be drawn to the Rock

and stand firm for Righteousness -

only then will you be Eternal for Eternity,

having conquered inevitable death…

Stefan Glavchev

(Seeker of Pearls)

MY GIFT!

My gift flows like Living Water  

And has left a mark on the Heavenly field.  

Every faithful soul should sprout like a grain of wheat,  

And may Christ be loved in thought, deed, and speech.

My gift is sustenance, like warm bread.  

With it, strength consumes the one who is weak.  

Through Jesus’ words, illuminated in Light,  

May I humbly abide under His Holy Right Hand.

My gift is Heavenly, created by the Father.  

Christ Himself is its Song and an imperishable Crown.  

If I were to share His love until the end,  

I would know, without doubt, that I’ve truly lived.

My gift overflows! Hold it like the Spirit!  

Let it serve the living Bride as Rain!  

And then you will understand that truthful meaning,  

That a person, when giving, lives before the Lord...

Stefan Glavchev  

(Seeker of Pearls)

TREASURE HIDDEN IN THE FIELDS

Life slips away so fast.  

You can't hold back time.  

A treasure, buried in the fields,  

waits for you to find it.

It has lain there since time immemorial.  

A treasure of Light.  

But between it and mankind,  

the soil has become a wall.

If someone decides to dig it up,  

they'll be blind like a mole.  

And instead of uncovering new riches,  

their soul will fall into a pit.

Yet that treasure longs  

for the designated seeker…  

To splash the Living Water  

toward God’s beautiful gift.

Let the soil wash away diligently,  

without holding back its strength,  

and see how, right in the field,  

the Heavenly pearl shines bright.

With an outstretched hand to grasp it.  

To keep it in their heart.  

For it is the Eternal treasure  

for all their days to come.

And if anyone asks me  

what kind of wealth this is,  

I'll answer with sincere openness:  

It’s the Lord’s Sacred Words!

With them, a person gains  

a longing for their Eternal home…  

A treasure, hidden in the fields,  

waits for you to find it!

Stefan Glavchev  

(Seeker of Pearls)

THE WORLD WILL SAVED BY BEAUTY

The world will be saved by beauty

and the earth will be filled with joy.  

From Heaven, ecstasy will dew  

on the seven-colored face of the rainbow.  

The Creator will paint faces,  

like angels, gently and beautifully,  

and in every human heart  

the eternal Fire will never fade.  

Every fruit will be sweetly ripe.  

Every blade of grass will remind us of Paradise.  

And Life – exaltedly white –  

will be just the beginning, with no end…  

It will be a Kingdom of bright rays,  

sunny gleam and lunar sonata.  

The newborn, opening its eyes,  

will shine beautifully in its swaddling.  

And the world will be a wondrous atlas  

with transformed celestial images,  

while the longing in the human voice  

will overflow with psalms and songs.  

We will be delighted by a great blessing –  

Holy Eternity in an infinite Universe,  

for when beauty, created by God,  

is born in the Covenant of Christ…  

Stefan Glavchev  

(Seeker of Pearls)