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@ Poetstry
2025-04-27 00:55:08
The lampada gleams, a quiet spark,
Against the icons in the dark.
Knees bend where worn floorboards meet,
The day's dust settling on my feet.
I whisper names, my wife, my kin,
Ask strength to fight the war within.
For little hands I ask His grace,
To guide them in this hurried place.
The weight I carry, heavy, deep,
While precious souls are fast asleep.
But here, before the Holy Face,
I find my anchor, find my space.
This daily breath, a quiet plea,
Connects my #family back to Thee.
A father's shield, a humble prayer,
Held in His ever-present care.
#OrthodoxDad