-
@ Poetstry
2025-06-09 12:55:05
Bare branches weep, then bud in prayer,
A #Pascha promise in the air.
My children bloom, like fields of wheat,
God's harvest gathered, oh so sweet.
Summer's gold, a fleeting grace,
Icons kissed in warm embrace.
Life's fullness felt, then shadows grow,
As autumn whispers, soft and low.
Leaves descend, a fiery rain,
Old habits burned, then born again.
My aging hands, they start to tire,
Yet faith's bright flame, a burning pyre.
Winter's hush, a world asleep,
While tiny souls, their vigil keep.
The cycle turns, in God's design,
From mortal dust, to light divine.
#Fatherhood #OrthodoxChristian