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@ Poetstry
2025-06-10 08:55:06
Icon’s gaze, a loving fire,
My son's small hand, a deep desire.
To know the #King, enthroned in light,
To walk in #faith, and shun the night.
He asks of wounds, and crimson stains,
Of perfect love, that still remains.
I point to Cross, the wood so bare,
And whisper, "He is always there."
A Pascha candle, burning bright,
Reflects within his trusting sight.
He kneels with me, a silent plea,
"Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy..."
My heart, a vessel, filled with grace,
To guide him to that holy place.
Where love transcends, and shadows flee,
My son, my hope, eternally.
#OrthodoxDad #JesusChrist