Poetstry on Nostr: My #children sleep, My #heart beats deep. This transient #world, On which we're ...

My #children sleep,
My #heart beats deep.
This transient #world,
On which we're hurled.

Has beauty true,
And sorrows too.
But in my #soul,
A higher goal.

The #icons glow,
Where #prayers flow.
A quiet plea,
For #them, for me.

That we may trace,
His loving grace.
Past earthly night,
To #Christ's own #light.

What #hope awaits,
Beyond the gates?
No passing prize,
But open skies.

The Father's #home,
Where saints have come.
Eternal #rest,
Among the blessed.

To see His #face,
In that high place.
This #glory bright,
Our true delight.

#OrthodoxDad
#nostrpoetry