A babe's soft hand, a whispered plea,
My icon's gaze, eternally.
Through Liturgy's ancient sound,
#Hope of #Glory, profound.

His first steps, then off to school,
My heart recalls the #Golden Rule.
The cross I kissed, now on his breast,
A life of faith, divinely blessed.

The Pascha light, a burning grace,
Reflects upon his youthful face.
May trials come, as come they must,
In Christ, alone, he puts his trust.

The years may fly, the world may rage,
He'll turn a new and blessed page.
'Til we meet in Heaven's dome,
Safe with Christ, our eternal home.

#OrthodoxDad #ChristianPoetry