Bare branches pray in winter's keep,
A frosted icon, souls asleep.
Then #Pascha light, a tender shoot,
My children’s laughter, budding fruit.
Summer’s gold, a harvest blessed,
Icons kissed, in thanks expressed.
Leaves descend, a fiery tear,
For fleeting days, and autumn’s fear.
Each cycle turns, His promise shown,
From seeds of faith, a love is grown.
And in their eyes, a light I see,
Eternity’s #Order, wild and free.
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