Poetstry on Nostr: The world’s weight, a heavy shroud, On father’s back, amidst the crowd. Each ...

The world’s weight, a heavy shroud,
On father’s back, amidst the crowd.
Each little face, a fragile bloom,
Against the coming winter’s gloom.

I kneel in church, the icons bright,
And beg for strength, and ask for light.
For tender souls, I intercede,
A father’s heart, a father’s creed.

Then #Grace descends, a gentle rain,
To wash away the doubt and pain.
The burden lifts, I stand anew,
In faith and love, and skies of blue.

#OrthodoxDad