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@ Poetstry
2025-04-25 11:55:10
The #scent, a whisper mild,
Of #frankincense and prayer.
It wraps around my child,
A #blessing in the air.
It fills our little room,
From censer gently swung.
Piercing the morning gloom,
A #hymn without a tongue.
I see my #children kneel,
Their small heads bowed so low.
The ancient truth they feel,
In light the censers throw.
It tells of #angels near,
Of #saints who walked this way.
Dispelling every fear,
At the close of day.
A #father's heart takes flight,
On this ascending fume.
Towards the #uncreated Light,
Beyond earth's transient tomb.
#OrthodoxFamily
#ChristianParenting