Gold dome, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through darkest #Night.
Stone walls, a father's hold,
Protecting stories to be told.

Icon's gaze, a loving stare,
Whispering truths beyond compare.
Arches rise, a family's prayer,
Lifted on wings of faith and care.

Censing smoke, a sweet perfume,
Filling every sacred room.
Footsteps echo, children near,
Conquering every rising fear.

Chanting voices, soft and deep,
Secrets ancient souls do keep.
Sanctuary's gentle gleam,
A childhood's cherished dream.

#Holy space, for hearts to mend,
A father's journey without end.
#Orthodox #Faith, our solid ground,
Where love and solace can be found.