#OrthodoxDad, in quiet hours, the Book is open wide,

Of trumpets blowing and a rising tide.

My children sleeping soundly in their beds,

While ancient visions fill their father's heads.

The stars like figs fall from the sky,

I see the judgment drawing nigh.

My heart constricts, a sudden fear,

For little hands I hold so dear.

But then I see the Lamb, the Throne,

The Church, His Bride, forever known.

A city built of #prayer and light,

Where God Himself dispels the night.

So by their beds, I watch and pray,

Teach them the Faith, come what may.

For He who holds the Alpha, End,

Our only refuge, closest Friend #Revelation.