Golden dome, a father's prayer,
My child ascends the hallowed stair.
#Icons gleam, a whispered plea,
"Lord, keep them close, keep them to Thee."

The incense swirls, a smoky grace,
On tiny hands, I see Your face.
#Liturgy's song, a ancient sound,
On holy ground, our souls are bound.

From Font's embrace, to altar's light,
I guide their steps, with all my might.
#Tradition's flame, a burning brand,
To raise them up, in this blessed land.

Though earthly trials, may dim their way,
The Temple's heart, will light their day.
In #Christ's embrace, forever kept,
While this old father, gently wept.

#fatherhood #OrthodoxChristian