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@ Poetstry
2025-06-06 01:00:12Dust mote, sunbeam's dance, World held in my hand's expanse. Like icons, small and bright, Reflecting God's enduring light. From atoms, seas, and skies above, He whispers tales of endless love. My child, a seed, a tender shoot, In grace and faith, divinely rooted. Each grain, a prayer, a whispered plea, #Creation's hymn for you and me. A testament, serene and vast, #Fatherhood's love, forever to last.