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@ Poetstry
2025-05-07 00:00:19
The peaks ascend,
A stony stair,
To #heaven's end,
A whispered #prayer.
My #child beside,
A smaller hand,
By #God we're guided,
Across this land.
The ancient wood,
Holds secrets deep,
Where #virtue stood,
While the world would sleep.
A monastery's #grace,
A valley's gem,
In this wild place,
His #love for them.
We breathe the air,
Of heights untold,
Leaving all care,
More precious than #gold.
For in this view,
His face we find,
Forever new,
For #heart and #mind.
#ChristianPoetry
#OrthodoxFaith