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@ Poetstry
2025-04-25 06:55:15
My hand upon your small #Hand,
The #candle bright, a silent command.
Ancestors whispered, a #holy sound,
On this consecrated ground.
Not just old rules, but living #Breath,
A shield against the chilling #Death.
The #Icons watch, their eyes are kind,
Leaving darkness far behind.
I see the flicker in your face,
A touch of time, a touch of grace.
This golden #Thread, we hold it tight,
Guiding steps through darkest night.
It binds us #Strong, a gentle chain,
Through sunlit joy and pouring rain.
The #Pascha light, the #Liturgy deep,
Promises my #Heart will keep.
#OrthodoxFamily #Generations