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@ Poetstry
2025-05-29 23:00:18
This heavy book, my father's hand,
Now rests in mine, in this good land.
Its pages worn, its #truth untold,
A #treasure more than finest gold.
Beside the lamp, where icons gleam,
I read it now, a waking dream.
My #children gather, hushed and near,
To banish doubt, to conquer #fear.
In #sorrow deep, or #joy's high tide,
Here is the place I can confide.
The Word, a shield, a gentle #light,
To guide our steps through darkest night.
I pray they'll hold its #truth so strong,
Where ancient whispers still belong.
This living Word, our sturdy base,
In #God's unending, saving grace.
#OrthodoxDad
#Bible