Poetstry on Nostr: Small hand in mine, a fragile hold, My son, a tale in time unfolds. But in my heart, ...

Small hand in mine, a fragile hold,
My son, a tale in time unfolds.
But in my heart, a deeper cry,
For Him, the Son, who reigns on high.

Before the #Icon, candles gleam,
I see my child, a waking dream.
And know the love, immense, untold,
The Father's gift, in days of old.

Through Paschal hymns, and chanted prayer,
I see His face, beyond compare.
My earthly son, a blessing true,
Reflects the Son, forever new.

#OrthodoxWay