Sins, like shadows, grip the soul,

A father’s heart, beyond control.

Guilt, a weight, on bended knee,

For failing them, and failing Thee.

Before the icon, tears descend,

A broken spirit, to amend.

The priest's soft words, a gentle balm,

"Forgiven, son, find inner calm."

Light returns, where darkness reigned,

A father cleansed, a love sustained.

My children watch, with trusting eyes,

To see Christ's grace, in my sunrise.

#OrthodoxDad #Confession