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@ Poetstry
2025-05-17 11:55:20
A silent storm inside my breast,
Puts weary #faith unto the test.
A whisper dark, a bitter plea,
To turn my #heart from charity.
My children's eyes, so clear and deep,
See secrets that I try to keep.
I pray they feel #God's light instead,
Not shadows in their father's head.
Before the #Icons old and worn,
My #soul is broken, hope forlorn.
I light the candle, drop the tear,
And beg the #Mother standing near.
This inner battle, hard and long,
Against the pull of what is wrong.
I cling to #Christ, my anchor true,
And rise each morn to start anew.
#OrthodoxDad #christianpoetry