My #hand, it rests upon

A #child's, as morning's dawn.

We light the #lamp below

The #icon's gentle glow.

Old #prayers, a steady sound,

On #knees upon the ground.

Not just routine we keep,

But #virtues buried deep.

The fasts, the feasts, the #Cross,

Preventing spirit's loss.

A #thread through passing years,

Calming a father's fears.

This #faith, a #rooted tree,

For my #children, and for me.

A #path our fathers trod,

Leading their souls to #God.

I give this ancient key,

For all eternity.

A #blessing I impart,

From a full father's #heart.

#OrthodoxWay #Nostrpoetry