Golden dome, a father's gaze,
Lifting hearts in childhood days.
Brick and stone, a story told,
Of faith enduring, brave and bold.

My children kneel, icons bright,
Bathed in candlelight's soft light.
The chanting soars, a whispered plea,
"Lord have mercy," falls on me.

Each arch, a prayer, each painted saint,
A family's love, without complaint.
Through rising incense, sweet and mild,
I see my heritage, in my child.

From narthex door to holy place,
We find redemption, find His grace.
And when I'm gone, and shadows creep,
This sacred space, their souls will keep.

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