A server's hum, a screen's faint light,

Old chants reborn in digital night.

My icons watch, my vigil lamp,

As ancient echoes leave their stamp.

A father's heart, a whispered prayer,

For children lost in worldly snare.

But hope remains, a flickering spark,

The timeless Truth within the dark.

Each hymn a seed on barren ground,

Where love and faith may yet be found.

A legacy of ages past,

On circuits humming, holding fast.

#OrthodoxDad #nostrpoetry