Updated: Dec 3, 2020
Coming from a religious background, I grew up learning the poem, “The Touch of the Master’s Hand,” written in 1921 by Myra Brooks Welch. You can find it here if you would like to read it: https://allpoetry.com/Myra-Brooks-Welch
This poem has also inspired several other creative works in music and film with adapted lyrics and screenplays. For those of you unfamiliar with the story, it’s about an old violin. It’s been worn and weathered from years of use and abuse, and it’s about to be sold at auction for a measly three dollars. The auctioneer saved it for last because he thought it of little worth, and apparently, so did the crowd. Before the gavel fell to seal the deal, a seasoned gentleman from the back of the room claimed the violin for a moment and lovingly wiped the dust from its frame. He tightened and tuned the strings and proceeded to play a melody only a master violinist could perform. After the song, he gave the violin back to the auctioneer and the bidding continued. Now that the audience saw its worth, it sold for 1000 times the original price. The crowd could not understand the difference of value in the violin. What caused it to change?
The last part of the poem compares the instrument, touched by the master violinist, to the life of a person perceived to be of little worth, claimed by the hand of God. What I learned from this poem was that a life surrendered to God is claimed in self-worth. For the most part, that is the extent of the message that most people receive when they read the poem—that we are the violin, to be acted upon by higher intelligence.
Having now been well acquainted with the material brought forth from the Guides, I see that there is a greater perspective to this story that many people miss. As the violinist came forward, he knew the inherent worth of the instrument when the crowd did not. He had the expertise to express mastery as he played music to claim the violin for a higher purpose. He was able to claim the violin in its worth and through his musical expression, made that worth apparent to those in attendance.
As we are given the opportunity to be claimed by the Guides, to be sung and moved in frequency into higher octaves and fields of expression, we are given the charge to do the same for ourselves and all who stand before us. As I make this claim for others and choose to see the divine in all things and all people (even if it’s just a spark), I become the master as well as the instrument. As I go throughout my day and think about the opportunities that come to me to claim others in their divinity or inherent self-worth, I find myself looking for ways to be kind, compassionate, and uplifting and to serve by becoming more of the Christ expressed within.
I join my consciousness with that of the Guides and all others who claim you in your highest expression: Know this please, you are the master of the instrument. This is the way to love, joy, and peace—not as mere emotions but states of being.