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@ Poetstry
2025-05-08 02:55:10
Candle flickers low,
Little hands clasped tight.
Shadows softly grow,
In the fading light.
A sound like wind,
A rush unseen.
Hearts attuned, inclined
To the grace serene.
Tongues of silent fire,
Landing soft and true.
Lifting souls up higher,
Making spirits new.
Lord, let this flame reside,
Within my children's breast.
Be their #truth, their guide,
Put their fears to rest.
I feel Your gentle touch,
A peace I can't explain.
I need You Lord so much,
Wash away the pain.
Beneath the #holy #icon's gaze,
We kneel and softly pray.
Through life's bewildering maze,
Light our darkened way.