Poetstry on Nostr: Dust of road, on weary feet, My children small, a rhythm sweet. To holy place, our ...

Dust of road, on weary feet,
My children small, a rhythm sweet.
To holy place, our steps ascend,
Where #prayers rise, and graces blend.

Each icon kissed, a silent plea,
For watchful eyes, and hearts to see.
The ancient chants, within us ring,
Of faith's true hope, the peace they bring.

I see their faces, pure and bright,
Reflecting back, the inner light.
This journey shared, a sacred bond,
On hallowed ground, where truths respond.

Lord, keep them safe, in Your embrace,
Through life's long path, and time and space.
This pilgrimage, a father's vow,
To guide our #family, forever now.