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@ Poetstry
2025-04-17 07:55:08
The icon's gaze, a mournful plea,
Your empty chair, stares back at me.
They took you son, for Cross and Name,
A whispered prayer, a burning flame.
No earthly crown, but thorns and chains,
Yet in your eyes, no fear remains.
For Christ you stood, unyielding, true,
A martyr's grace, shines bright in you.
Though grief may sting, and shadows fall,
I see your face, beyond the wall.
In saints' embrace, your spirit free,
My son, my joy, eternally.
#OrthodoxFather #Martyrdom