Poetstry on Nostr: Screen's cold light, a battleground, Words like stones, fiercely thrown around. My ...

Screen's cold light, a battleground,
Words like stones, fiercely thrown around.
My child watches, eyes so keen,
As #Faith is twisted, words obscene.

Icons dim, in shadowed room,
Where love should blossom, hate finds bloom.
I teach them #Virtue, prayer, and grace,
Yet screen reflects a warring face.

Lord, forgive my wounded pride,
As truth and love are cast aside.
May gentle answers find their way,
And lead my children back to pray.

A cross to bear, this digital age,
Protect my flock from hateful rage.
Let wisdom guide my weary hand,
To build on Christ, on solid sand.

#OrthodoxWay #RaisingKids