A father’s tears, a whispered plea,

"Thy will be done," eternally.

My child, a gift, yet held so light,

Surrendered to His endless might.

The icon's gaze, a steady guide,

Through storms of doubt, where fears reside.

A broken heart, a soul laid bare,

In God's embrace, a love to share.

The Pascha candle, burning bright,

A beacon in the darkest night.

His wisdom flows, a gentle stream,

Fulfilling life, a sacred dream.

Each prayer a breath, a hopeful sign,

His grace descends, forever mine.

In faith I stand, though shadows loom,

Embracing God's appointed doom.

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