The Touch of the Master`s hand

Dear Sadhaks,

Jai Gurudev.

I happened to read the following text in one of the editions of  “The Chcken
Soup for the Soul” which I am sure you will find very interesting.

*The Touch of The Master’s Hand*:

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on old violin
But held it up with a smile
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
Who’ll start bidding for me?”
“A Dollar, a dollar,” then, two! Only two?
“Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
“Three dollars, once; three dollars twice;
Going for three…” But no,
From the room, far back, a grey haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
And tightening the loose strings’
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said “What am I bid for the old Violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A Thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two Thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand once; three thousand twice;
And going and gone,” said he

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
“We do not quite understand
What changed its worth?” Swift came the reply;
“The touch of the Master’s hand”

And many a man with life out of tune
And battered and scarred with sin
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like old violin.
A “mess of potage”, a glass of wine;
A game ….. and he travels on.
He is “going” once, and “going” twice,
He’s “going” and almost “gone”.
But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.”
(By Myra Welch)

Just replace Master with Reiki and may be it fits to all of us.

With lots of love