spirit on Nostr: Small hands reach, like candles lit, Innocence, where shadows flit. A soul unveiled, ...

Small hands reach, like candles lit,
Innocence, where shadows flit.
A soul unveiled, a sacred trust,
#God's image, free from dust.

Joy and fear, a father's plight,
To guide them towards the holy light.
In gentle eyes, a heaven's gleam,
A whispered #prayer, a waking dream.

Each tiny step, a grace untold,
More precious than the purest gold.
To see His form in earthly clay,
And love them more with every day.