A DAVID IS NEEDED!

The shepherds are deceitful, who

bring a ravenous wolf into the fold.

They hand him sheep – treacherously, hidden,

forgetting their sacred duty.

And the flock, alas, with a short memory,

does not recall the evils in their dire state,

that not one but many a predator has torn them apart

and crushed them with suffering and grief.

In such a ruined sheepfold,

life darkens and turns bitter.

And the conquering faith fades away

of the lamb in cowardly eyes.

A David is needed – to lead him

and guard him from the cruel beasts.

And the flock, through all adversities,

to free itself from evil with a fiery spirit.

To share his life with the sheep,

and chase the predator far away.

Ready to be the sharp sword

by his warm woolen bedding.

Where, today, is such a Holy Love

of a Shepherd, inspired from Heaven?

Is there one on earth already

in this time of the red sunset?

Have the wolves in sheep’s clothing not started

to deceive the gullible flocks?

And who then, with sincerity, will be able

to call their fear freedom?

You, O Lord, with most sacred Zeal,

pasture the sheep Yourself in Your Spirit,

and punish with fiery Gehenna

the hired hand who corrupts the Word!

For if the sheepfold has no fence

and no man of God to watch over the flock,

the wolf, with insatiable rage, will attack

and leave bloody trails...

Stefan Glavchev

(The Rise of the Fall)

THE HAND OF THE LORD

The hand of the Lord is not shortened.

It doesn’t shove rudely or pull forcefully.

With Mercy, it reaches out to a flawed world

and with Love, it touches the pure and gentle.

The hand of the Lord lifts us up.

It always gives where there is need.

And even when suffering on the Cross,

it doesn’t rush to cast its executioner into hell.

The hand of the Lord restores souls

and turns a wolf from the wilderness into a lamb.

It supports the Sacred Truth with Strength

and always chooses steep paths.

The hand of the Lord parts the sea,

for it is full of God’s Glory.

It is Might for the weak, a guard for the faithful.

And how many words can I use to prove this?

The hand of the Lord creates, full of Grace.

Among all riches, it is dearest to me.

And let me fade away in its palm,

for I’ve invested my spirit in it.

Stefan Glavchev

(The Bird Within You)

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)

COME, LOVE FROM ABOVE!

In a tragic whirlwind,  

the world spins madly around.  

Human nature refuses  

to soar towards the Sacred ground.  

Shells, bombs, and rockets  

scrawl a dark obituary.  

And beneath those cursed caps,  

the devil resembles a deity.  

Fueled with rage, brother kills brother,  

malice shatters destinies apart.  

And gas is flowing into the sea  

from pipes that have already blown.

A wild she-wolf howls -  

the one who nursed Romulus and Remus.  

And from apathy, silent and low,  

Justice is dying, utterly defused.  

Plundered by wicked tyrants,  

the earth smolders in nighttime's haze,  

with heavy wounds she bears,  

hovering on the brink of her last days.  

And somehow, God, she yearns  

for You to crush Evil, dreadful and stark,  

for only with You can life  

be forever blessed, bright as a spark.  

Come, Love from above!  

Illuminate the sky's expanse,  

so that the evil brood of Satan  

can burn from Your Sword's fierce lance.  

Stefan Glavchev

(The Rise of the Fall)

THE FILM HAS ALREADY BEEN SEEN...

The film has already been watched once,

To the very last moment of existence.

So with hope, hold on tight

To every sorrow and grief in your heart.

And on the bright, wise screen,

You see yourself in the time that's passed.

For when you’re nailed to the Cross,

God will come to take your spirit at last.

And beyond, there will be no bitterness,

Nor will a crown of thorns weigh you down…

Lift your eyes up to the Father -

Eternity waits for you at the threshold.

The film has already been seen once.

Nothing new under the sun remains.

But after the drops in the late rain,

The cruel drama will come to an end.

You’ll then say: I lived

In a dreadful era until the very last.

I was in the Lord's palm,  

To know His love for me.

I drank from the Cup of suffering,

And in dreams, I tasted comfort.

In His Eternal Covenant, I hid

To safeguard the Heavenly garment.

The film is ending… May I be ready!

May it find itself within me!

Caught by Christ's Call -

To step through the Heavenly doors…

Stefan Glavchev

(Fleeting Remains)

SALVATION FROM THE ROCK

Drawn by the Spirit of Light,  

I cannot pause on my journey.  

High above, in the mountain,  

Christ is my Rock.

And this mountain is Holy,  

for His Word weighs above the world,  

and whoever carries it in their soul  

will bear its heavy load.

The sacred words of the Lord  

ignite my bright vision.  

My feet tremble, weary,  

near Jacob, Peter, and John.

A cloud of Glory approaches.  

Jesus shines with Righteousness.  

And the Father Himself commands me:  

“Stand beside My Son!

And let that white Rock  

take residence in your spirit.  

May you possess My full Power  

and rule over the stones…”

Humbled, I kneel in faith.  

Meek and taken from the world.  

And the Holy Lord dedicates me  

in His sunny Covenant.

Of all the choices on earth,  

my soul chose the most sacred –  

to have up there, in the mountain,  

Salvation from the Rock…

Stefan Glavchev  

(I kneel before You)

BE CLOSER TO THE KING!

Drawn by earthly sorrow and grief,  

the King is unseen, bearing the visage of a servant.  

He won't be felt by a satisfied belly,  

or by the tax collector, whose eyes remain dry.  

With His Hand, the King gathers lamentation,  

where the human plight is painfully ugly,  

and Lazarus suffers in silence  

beside stray dogs and filthy refuse.  

The King reads the words within souls,  

and they are deeply fateful and Sacred.  

For Mercy will follow the merciful,  

who remains faithful and alive in Righteousness.  

But Wrath will destroy at the fateful hour  

the scoundrels frozen in worldly frost.  

For there’s no one in the Kingdom, cursed,  

who could turn his heart into a ball of ice.  

Be closer, O brother, to the King,  

where all the terrifying misfortunes gather.  

In bitter fate, in the cold trench,  

bestow destinies with the Flame of Christ…  

Stefan Glavchev  

(Copper Bowl)

A WORD TO THE ROOT!

Do not regard yourself as above,  

for there are troubles in high places.  

To the root of David – the root,  

with your soul, be as one!

Carry out your deeds in secret  

and turn a deaf ear to the praise,  

for all that is proud is pierced  

by the sword of the wretched villain.

Do not think of a crown  

when the winds are blowing.  

The tree breaks its branch,  

calling for peace without God.

Remember that the eternal reward  

does not come in this fleeting world,  

but in it, we suffer for Jesus  

and carry the cross with Grace.

Until your last breath, O man,  

let the Lord be your root.  

And in you shall forever stir  

the Spirit of living waters.

(The Bird Within You)  

Stefan Glavchev

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 ONE SAVED IN GOD LAUGHS LAST

The poor man prays fervently to God,  

but not for sausage or steaks, you see.  

He seeks Mercy and Kindness in life to fill,  

for human winters can be frightfully chill.

Hearts turn cold, hardened by Evil’s plight,  

and they always think they’re in the right.  

Yet with his soul, he remains thrice patient,  

sighing, knowing their path leads to damnation.

What else can he do with this burden he bears?  

He can't fight against the cursed ones' snares.  

With head bowed, he stifles his sighs,  

but knows that one day, truth will arise.

For the Holy Judge watches over all deeds.  

Some are cast aside, while others he leads.  

And it’s worth enduring some suffering and pain,  

for the cost of Evil is far too insane.

The poor man wipes his tears with his sleeve.  

Let it be, O Lord, whatever you weave!  

While the powerful plunder and still feel hollow,  

hoarding riches that only breed sorrow.

Where will they go? What will they carry?  

These bitter questions are futile and airy.  

He lies with worms, wakes with decay,  

and needs nothing from this earthly stay.

But when the end comes, he won’t escape,  

for iron bonds tighten ‘round his fate.  

And the dark pit, it pulls him near,  

to meet the beast he holds so dear.

The poor man finds rest wrapped in solace.  

He does not grieve that the world took its toll.  

For he has the Lord and Sacred Faith,  

to guide him until he breathes his last breath. 

For Mercy and Kindness are enough to sustain,  

when he lifts his hands up to Heaven’s domain.  

And even though cast out, lowly, and poor –  

the one saved in God laughs last, that’s for sure…

Stefan Glavchev  

(Copper Bowl)

JESUS GIVES YOU LIFE!

Jesus gives you life!  

Walk with His Cross! Shine bright!  

Lift up His Glory  

and proclaim His Example!  

With sincere prayer to God,  

pay the high price!  

Be a Fire in the coolness!  

Be Light in the darkness!  

Give Him your spirit - to serve!  

Humble your heart in His Covenant!  

And He will dwell in you forever  

and will give Himself to you!  

For it’s a miracle such Love  

for the Father to pour into your spirit!  

Jesus gives you life!  

Receive it with Faith! And live!  

Stefan Glavchev  

(I kneel before You)

PROPHET IN THE DESERT

To this day, an ancient scroll reminds us  

of events from times long past,  

when the Lord was angered  

with the people of Nineveh.

There, the king, awakened by a prophet,  

proclaimed throughout the land  

to cease their wicked and sinful lives,  

bringing forth sin and heavy burdens.

With prayer, fasting, and overflowing sorrow,  

they begged God for His forgiveness,  

so that the Spirit from Holy realms  

would shine in their hearts once more.

For three days they fasted and wept,  

clothed in sackcloth, filled with grief.  

"Oh, God! We call on You!  

Do not turn Your back on us!"

God heard them. His fierce anger  

softened in His eyes.  

And soon over the frightened city,  

salvation's rays began to shine…

Does the world today desire  

to read from this ancient scroll?  

For a multitude of vaccines it pushes,  

but sorrow for the Lord won’t unfold…

And there is no king - neither holy nor sinful,  

a follower of the prophet Jonah,  

to lift a hopeless gaze  

to the Lord of Zion.

To seek holy forgiveness.  

To call the people to fast.  

That Christ might deliver us  

from all our sufferings and trials!

Alas, when Justice is in the mire,  

and a nation sinks in sin,  

it is in vain for even a prophet  

to call out in the wilderness… 

Stefan Glavchev  

(The Rise of the Fall)

THE TRUTH AT THE CROSSROADS

To the Truth will arrive everyone,  

who steps beyond at their journey's end,  

down one of all the paths,  

choosing at their crossroads' bend.  

For there, on the other side, none will be  

blind or deaf in their plight,  

but will confront their true drama  

with soul and spirit in sight.  

Whether sinking into darkness,  

or soaring to great heights —  

they claim their reward  

for all their earthly nights.  

Whether bound by rope or chain,  

tied down in life by those things,  

they'll rise in peace above,  

or descend in fear to what dread brings.  

And they won't ask a single question  

of why they're here or there,  

for the revealed Truth  

will leave their breath silent in the air.  

Fate is not a die in a casino  

nor a strong card in bridge or whist.  

Even having lived like in a movie —  

a person has but one life in the midst.  

And it’s worth the prayer to kneel,  

before God, face to the ground,  

before death strips them bare  

to a slave with a heart tightly bound.  

For the Truth saves in the now,  

once it enlightens the spirit within,  

but on the other side, it’s the Judge,  

who closes the gates of Heaven's kin.  

To her will arrive everyone,  

born of flesh in this world’s sight —  

down one of all the paths,  

choosing at their crossroads' height.  

Stefan Glavchev  

(Fleeting Remains)

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)

THE GREAT LEAP

Only a fleeting dream separates us

From the great leap ahead.

In an instant, unnoticed,

Phones, computers, and cars will fade away.

The mighty riches will be no more

Than useless, pitiful paper.

Not a banker, but a wise Saint

Will shape the destinies of the world.

Foxes, hyenas will breathe their last.

There won’t be wolves howling in rage.

All the proud will be brought low,

As the thunderous Voice stirs their hearts.

Tribes and rebellious nations

Will weep for God’s gift divine.

They’ll seek the Holy Spirit to guide them,

And Christ to be their shepherd.

Wars and terror will come to an end…

All evil will flee far away.

The Celestial beings will come

To reign with Justice and the Sword.

Light will prevail everywhere,

With God forgiving the world’s sin,

When from the cloud, the Doe leaps

From the high peak of Carmel.

This Meaning, seen and read,

Will come true… Don’t ask if it will…

Only a fleeting dream separates us

From the great leap ahead…

Stefan Glavchev

(The Bird Within You)