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@ Poetstry
2025-05-31 08:55:04
A child's soft hand, a whispered plea,
"Papa, tell me, who is He?"
Icons gleam, a candle's grace,
#Mystery veiled, in time and space.
Through Liturgy's ancient song,
Where right and wrong, in faith belong.
I see His face in their bright eyes,
A boundless #Love that never dies.
Though shadows fall, and fears may rise,
His promise lives, beyond the skies.
I hold them close, and softly pray,
For strength to guide them, day by day.
#Fatherhood's path, a sacred trust,
To point to Him, when all is dust.