Icon's gleam, a fading night,

Small hands stir, a gentle light.

Dawn Prayer whispers, barely heard,

Planting faith in word by word.

His sleepy gaze, a shadowed grace,

My father's love upon my face.

Christ is risen, small voice sings,

Hope takes flight on fledgling wings.

Candle flickers, soft and low,

Blessings fall, a silent snow.

Future dawns, in God's embrace,

Love's reflection, time and space.

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