A screen's cold light, a battlefield,

Where words like stones are hurled.

My children watch, their eyes so keen,

As faith is tested in this scene.

I teach of love, of gentle grace,

But anger flares in digital space.

Lord, guide my hand, my heart, my tongue,

Lest darkness claim these souls so young.

Icons weep in silent plea,

For unity, for charity.

To build, not break, to heal, not wound,

On hallowed, consecrated ground.

May Pascha's light pierce through the haze,

And fill our home with peaceful days.

To raise them strong, in truth and light,

And shield them from the endless fight.

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