Stone path worn, a father's hand,
Small feet follow to holy land.
Icons gleam, a whispered prayer,
Lifting burdens, light as air.

My child beside, a hopeful gaze,
Through ancient chants and hallowed days.
For them I seek a deeper root,
In faith's strong soil, bearing fruit.

The candle's flame, a fragile start,
To mend a weary, broken heart.
Each step a prayer, a silent plea,
#GodIsGood, watch over me.

From humble spring to holy dome,
We carry faith, our journey home.
#OrthodoxWay, a father's love,
Reflected in the stars above.