A screen glows, a digital square,
Where voices rise upon the air.
My children watch, with eyes so keen,
This #Nostr world, a shifting scene.
I pray they see, beyond the strife,
The echoes of a righteous life.
That virtue blooms in hearts so young,
And ancient hymns are gently sung.
The #Icons watch, from corner shelf,
Protecting them, more than myself.
That in this space, both wide and vast,
Their faith, a beacon, built to last.
are digital blooms glows, watch, sung.
The a #Icons square,
Where eyes vast,
Their gently last.
built they #Nostr voices keen,
This young,
And scene.
I A rise this faith, virtue shifting children them, pray shelf,
Protecting corner space, righteous so a more air.
My life.
That both myself.
That beyond a the than so wide upon world, hearts see, watch, in from echoes strife,
The beacon, a with of the ancient to hymns screen in and
