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@ Poetstry
2025-02-24 09:31:05
My #children, small, in light's warm ray,
My #heart, a home, where they now play.
Each dawn, a grace, a whispered plea,
For hope of glory, set them free.
The icon's gaze, a guiding star,
Through life's dark nights, however far.
With every fast, with every feast,
My #soul finds peace, then everlasting least.
The #cross I bear, a loving plight,
To lead them home, to endless light.
Through tears and joy, my #faith's embrace,
In Christ, we find our resting place.
#OrthodoxDad #Fatherhood