Stone Saints stand guard,

Above the swirling mist,

My children at my knee,

Where faith and mountains kissed.

Ancient prayers ascend,

On wind through towering pine,

For strength to guide my flock,

By grace, a life divine.

The Cross upon the peak,

A beacon in the snow,

Like icons in our home,

Where love and mercy flow.

Each sunrise, Pascha's light,

On valleys carved by old,

A father's whispered hope,

A story to be told.

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