Poetstry on Nostr: Gold leaf whispers, faint and low, A painted face, from long ago. My children watch, ...

Gold leaf whispers, faint and low,
A painted face, from long ago.
My children watch, with eyes so bright,
This window to the endless Light.

The brushstrokes soft, a father’s hand,
That guides their souls to promised land.
In every line, a prayer takes hold,
A story centuries old.

Of holy love, and sacrifice,
Reflected in my daughter’s eyes.
This sacred art, a bond we share,
A whispered #prayer, a father’s care.

#OrthodoxWay