The icon's gaze, a silent plea,

My demons claw, they cling to me.

I see my son, so pure, so bright,

And fear the shadows of the night.

The whispered prayer, a father's shield,

Against the doubts, the battlefield.

Forgive me, Lord, for what I face,

Protect my child with saving grace.

The scent of incense, fills the air,

A heavy cross, a soul's despair.

I yearn for peace, a heart made whole,

To leave a #Virtuous path for his soul.

My little lamb, asleep, so sound,

Where strength is lost, may grace be found.

#OrthodoxChristian and father, bound,

In holy love, on sacred ground.

#Fatherhood