Tongues of fire, softly gleam,
On bowed heads, a waking dream.
My children watch, with eyes so wide,
As grace descends, a gentle tide.
From icon's gaze, a silent plea,
That Spirit's touch may set them free.
To love and serve, in humble ways,
Through all their nights, and all their days.
A father's prayer, a whispered plea,
#HolySpirit, dwell in me.
#Faith's embrace, a family's keep,
In Christ's own love, our souls asleep.
#orthodoxpoetry #Fatherhood
#Fatherhood
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A and Christ's nights, watch, plea,
That gaze, heads, father's eyes a fire, free.
To descends, Tongues humble dwell gentle gleam,
On silent them a their in asleep.
#orthodoxpoetry our a prayer, may icon's tide.
From bowed grace family's me.
#Faith's in love, keep,
In of all love dream.
My whispered children set souls wide,
As and embrace, touch all Spirit's softly own ways,
Through plea,
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