spirit on Nostr: Candles bright, in icons' gleam, A whispered prayer, a childhood dream. The ancient ...

Candles bright, in icons' gleam,
A whispered prayer, a childhood dream.
The ancient chants, a holy sound,
On hallowed ground, our faith is found.

My father's hand, then mine to hold,
A story told, in days of old.
This sacred path, for them I pray,
To light their way, and guide their day.

Through Pascha's joy, and Lenten fast,
A love that's cast, forever to last.
In every rite, a truth we see,
Eternity, in family.

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