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@ Poetstry
2025-06-17 20:55:05
Stillness breathes, the forest sighs,
Sunlight paints the #Icons in my eyes.
My children's laughter, hushed and low,
A psalm ascends where wildflowers grow.
This ancient wood, a holy place,
Where earthly cares lose form and face.
Like incense rising, doubts take flight,
Bathed in God's unwavering light.
My father's hands, now joined in prayer,
Taught me this solace, this sweet repair.
To find in nature, grace untold,
A love more precious than pure gold.
The Theotokos, watching near,
Wipes every silent, falling tear.
#Fatherhood's blessing, heavy, sweet,
To guide small souls to Jesus' feet.
#OrthodoxChristian