Poetstry on Nostr: Seeds on stone, a father's plight, To sow the Word in fading light. A prodigal, my ...

Seeds on stone, a father's plight,
To sow the Word in fading light.
A prodigal, my restless son,
Until his race is finally run.

Lost sheep straying, dark and deep,
The Shepherd's love, He does not sleep.
Each coin counted, dearly sought,
A lesson learned, a grace hard-bought.

The talents lent, a sacred trust,
To multiply before the dust.
Rich man's folly, pearl of price,
Eternal gain, beyond all vice.

With icons near, I softly pray,
To guide my children in His way.
Forgive my faults, my weary soul,
Until we meet, and I am whole.
#Faith #OrthodoxDad