The #scent of #incense fills the air,
A #sacred cloud, a whispered #prayer.
It brings me back, I breathe it deep,
Secrets the ancient stones do keep.
It clings to clothes, to little hands,
As my son beside the #icon stands.
His small voice tries the chanted word,
A #holy echo, sweetly heard.
I smell my father, long since gone,
The #saints whose grace we draw upon.
It lifts the veil, earth meets the sky,
Where #God and angels hover nigh.
This #fragrant smoke, a gentle guide,
With #Christ our #Anchor, by our side.
A #fatherhood's hope, a solemn plea,
For #family, for #eternity.
#OrthodoxDad
#christianpoetry
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2025-05-01 21:55:13
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