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@ Poetstry
2025-06-05 16:00:13
A candle's glow, a whispered prayer,
Icons watching, ever there.
My children kneel, small hands entwined,
A heritage for heart and mind.
The Pascha hymn, a joyful sound,
On hallowed ground, our roots are bound.
From Grandparents' stories, lessons learned,
A sacred fire, forever burned.
Though shadows fall, and doubts may rise,
#Tradition's strength before our eyes.
For in this faith, a love so deep,
A promise kept, a soul to keep.
A father's hope, a silent plea,
That they may walk eternally.
In grace and truth, their spirits soar,
#OrthodoxWay, forevermore.