LETTERS: TOUCH OF MASTER'S HAND

To the editor:

Beauty can be discovered in so many ways, described in just as many and suddenly applied. That is what I encountered just recently in hearing the beautiful poem, "The Touch of the Master's Hand" by Myra Brooks Welch.

It seems no one cared about the old, worn-out violin that was put up for auction, when suddenly a poor, old, ragged man was attracted to the violin. Picking it up, he played the most beautiful music any instrument could produce. There appeared an awe among those who heard him play. The crowd did not understand the change that was wrought by the touch of the Master's hand -- the Lord.

My immediate thought was turned to Liesl Schoenberger, daughter of Dr. and Mrs. John Schoenberger, who has been blessed with her Master's touch. Liesl picked up a violin as a very small child and became obsessed with the beautiful sound the instrument produced.

Liesl has become so enhanced with the beautiful sound of joy and sadness the violin could produce that today she has risen to great heights.

What a beautiful example is Liesl of the poem, "The Touch of the Master's Hand." People are in awe of her music too.

PAULA E. KEMPE

Cape Girardeau