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@ Poetstry
2025-06-09 00:55:09
Cracked Icon's gaze, a Father's fear,
My child adrift, the end is near.
A whispered #Prayer, a plea so deep,
To guide their soul from sins to weep.
Small hands I held, now clenched in pride,
Lost in shadows, where truths hide.
The candle's flame, a fragile gleam,
To light the path, redeem the dream.
Forgive them, Lord, their youthful blight,
Turn darkened hearts toward Your light.
Each tear a step, a humbling fall,
Back to the Cross, embracing all.
The Lenten fast, a father's plight,
To mend what's broken, make it right.
An Easter dawn, a soul reborn,
A family healed, on that blessed morn.
#Fatherhood #OrthodoxChristian