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@ Poetstry
2025-06-09 08:55:06
Small hands, a face so bright,
#Image of God, pure light.
My soul takes flight,
In this sacred sight.
Tiny steps, a whispered prayer,
A burden I gladly bear.
Against the world's despair,
#Love's gentle snare.
Each icon's gleam, a guiding star,
To mold a soul, however far.
From sin's deep scar,
Toward the altar.
Though shadows fall, and trials sting,
His spirit learns to bravely sing.
#Faith's offering,
Hope's burgeoning.
A life to lead, in virtue's grace,
To find in Christ, his rightful place.
The Father's face,
In time and space.
#OrthodoxChristian #Fatherhood