Before the icons’ candle glow,
A father stands in silent woe.
His wife and children sleep above
While islam chokes the land he love.
He does not long for war or blood,
Only peace, and a promised bud.
Yet still he keeps the rifle near,
For darker days are drawing here.
He prays with tears, “Lord, keep me right.
If I must stand, then let me fight
Without hatred in my soul —
Let your mercy remain unstole.”
And though he trembles at what may come,
He knows his boys to men become.
So he kneels beneath the saints and flame,
Wanting his sons to remember his name —
Not as a man who loved the fight,
But one who stood for Christ and light.
Smith Shine Poetry 
This poem carries deep emotion and a haunting sense of inner conflict.
The imagery of a father praying quietly beneath candlelight while wrestling with fear, duty, faith, and love for his family is incredibly powerful. What stands out most is the humanity in the lines — not a desire for violence, but the sorrowful burden of wanting to protect what is sacred while still holding onto mercy and conscience.
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