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@ Poetstry
2025-03-08 23:55:09Dust motes dance in morning light, Across the icon, faces bright. My children grow, like fleeting days, But You remain, through all our ways. Each Pascha flame, a whispered plea, For endless love, in You to be. This fleeting life, a breath, a sigh, In Your #Eternity, we never die. #Fatherhood's fleeting, years take flight, But You, O God, are endless light.