Poetstry on Nostr: Small hands reach for painted Saints, Eyes wide, in candle's gleam. My heart, a ...

Small hands reach for painted Saints,
Eyes wide, in candle's gleam.
My heart, a father's love restrains,
To plant the #Faith's first dream.

Each story told, a whispered prayer,
Of Cross and Paschal Light.
I pray they'll find Christ's solace there,
And walk the path of right.

The world may pull, with siren call,
Its fleeting, false embrace.
But in this home, may truth stand tall,
And fill this holy space.

So Lord, bless these, my precious own,
Guide them in grace and love.
That seeds of #Virtue, bravely sown,
May blossom here, and above.