A brush, a board, a whispered prayer,

My daughter's hand, beyond compare.

Gold leaf gleams, a holy fire,

An icon born, lifting us higher.

Her tiny face, in raptured trace,

Paints Mary's love, divine embrace.

Each careful stroke, a sacred vow,

To serve the Lord, here and now.

The egg's emulsion, binds the paint,

As family love, knows no restraint.

Through generations, faith takes flight,

In painted light, banishing night.

I see my past, my hope, my all,

Reflected there, before I fall.

An icon's grace, a father's plea,

That Christ may keep, her close to #Theotokos.

#Icons #OrthodoxChristian