At the Aposticha, Glory…, in Tone VIII: Idiomelon—

Now and ever…, Theotokion, or this Stavrotheotokion: Spec. Mel: “O all-glorious wonder…”—

We honor thee as the instructor of a multitude of monks, O Pœmen our father; for by thy steps have we truly learned to walk aright. Blessed art thou who, laboring for Christ, didst denounce the power of the enemy, O converser with the angels, who sharest the portion of the venerable and the righteous. With them entreat the Lord, that He have mercy upon our souls.

Troparion, in Tone VIII—

The ewe-lamb, as she beheld the Lamb outstretched of His own will upon the tree of the Cross, cried out maternally, lamenting and in pain: “O my Son, what is this strange sight? How is it that Thou diest Who as Lord givest life to all, O Longsuffering One, bestowing resurrection upon mortal man? I glorify Thy great condescension, O my God!”

With the streams of thy tears thou didst irrigate the barren desert, and with sighs from the depths of thy soul thou didst render thy labors fruitful an hundredfold, and becamest a beacon for the whole world, resplendent with miracles. O Pœmen our father, entreat Christ God, that our souls be saved.