Poetstry on Nostr: A grain, my child, a sunlit fleck, Held in your palm, God's architect. The desert ...

A grain, my child, a sunlit fleck,
Held in your palm, God's architect.

The desert vast, the ocean deep,
In tiny form, their secrets sleep.

Like icons old, a world compressed,
Where glory hides, and souls find rest.

From dust we rise, to dust return,
Yet in His love, forever burn.

Your hand so small, a father's prayer,
That grace may bloom, and love repair.

The world He made, a fragile trust,
To hold it dear, till dust to dust.

#Faith #Fatherhood