The screen, a siren's silver call,

Entices sons to leave the wall

Of icons, prayers, and whispered grace,

A hollow smile on each young face.

My heart, an ancient, crumbling dome,

Where faith and fatherhood find home,

Aches for the touch, the open gaze,

Lost in the digital, blinding haze.

I pray the Theotokos guide,

These lambs for whom my soul has cried,

To find the still, small voice within,

Before the darkness pulls them in.

The Jesus Prayer, a whispered plea,

To break these chains and set them free,

From fleeting likes and empty praise,

Back to the ancient, holy ways.

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