My hand upon your small #Hand,

The #candle bright, a silent command.

Ancestors whispered, a #holy sound,

On this consecrated ground.

Not just old rules, but living #Breath,

A shield against the chilling #Death.

The #Icons watch, their eyes are kind,

Leaving darkness far behind.

I see the flicker in your face,

A touch of time, a touch of grace.

This golden #Thread, we hold it tight,

Guiding steps through darkest night.

It binds us #Strong, a gentle chain,

Through sunlit joy and pouring rain.

The #Pascha light, the #Liturgy deep,

Promises my #Heart will keep.

#OrthodoxFamily #Generations