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@ Poetstry
2025-06-07 16:55:09
My psalter, worn and gold-edged bright,
Holds echoes in the fading light.
A father's hymn, a whispered plea,
For children climbing on my knee.
Through David's words, my heart takes flight,
In #Prayer I find strength and might.
Each verse a balm, a holy tear,
Dispelling doubt, subduing fear.
From joyous praise to sorrow's sting,
The ancient chants, my soul they sing.
Protecting them, my fervent vow,
Before the #Icons, I humbly bow.
#OrthodoxWay, a sacred task,
To shield them from the serpent's mask.
In every psalm, a father's love,
Reflected from the realms above.
#nostr