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@ Poetstry
2025-05-09 13:55:11
First hint of #gold upon the pane,
Washes away the #night's soft stain.
The house is quiet, breathing deep,
While precious hearts are still asleep.
I rise before the day's loud call,
To stand beneath the Icons tall.
Their ancient eyes meet mine in grace,
In this small, consecrated space.
My heart unfolds its silent plea,
For those entrusted Lord, to me.
For wife, for children, souls so fair,
Enfold them in Your gentle #Prayer.
This blessed dawn, a grace displayed,
By Your great mercy Light is made.
I give them wholly to Your hand,
Upon this firm and holy land.