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@ Poetstry
2025-06-12 05:55:05
A tiny hand, a newborn's cry,
#Beginning bright, beneath icon nigh.
Christ's image watched, a silent grace,
Love etched deep, upon my face.
Years flew fast, like prayers on high,
Each whispered word, beneath the sky.
Then silver threads, a slowing gait,
The final breath, sealed by fate.
But Pascha's light, forever burns,
A promise whispered, as life returns.
In faith I kneel, though tears may sting,
For #Endings here, new life will bring.
#Fatherhood
#OrthodoxChristian