My #children's hands, small,

Reach for the garden's grace.

A wounded bird will call,

To find a gentle space.

The earth, a holy ground,

Where God's creation breathes.

In every sight and sound,

My #Father's love bequeaths.

A fragile world we hold,

With hearts both brave and kind.

More precious than pure gold,

A treasure for the mind.

We plant the seeds of right,

And pray for strength to keep.

To banish endless night,

Protect the world to sleep.

#OrthodoxDad #CreationCare