Martyr John the New of Suceava: A wealthy merchant, St. John refused to deny #Christ for wealth. Tortured brutally by pagans for his faith, he died a martyr, steadfast in his love for God. His relics work miracles for those who venerate them. #Saints

Before the dawn, a father's plea, For children's souls, eternally. Icons watch with silent grace, As incense fills this sacred space. Through trials faced, and joys embraced, His whispered words, divinely chased. A shield of faith, a guiding star, Protecting them, near and far. The #Liturgy's hymn, a gentle call, To rise above, lest we fall. In daily prayer, a love so deep, A harvest sown, that souls may keep. His legacy, a faith to share, With humble hearts, and fervent prayer. For in each child, a spark divine, Reflecting God's eternal shine. #ChristianPoetry #Nostr

Calinic of Cernica: Shepherd of souls, he rebuilt monasteries, cared for the poor, and taught ceaselessly. Though offered high office, he chose humility, guiding his flock with wisdom and love. A beacon of #faith and #prayer.

Psalm's Echo My children sleep, the icons gleam, A father's heart, a whispered #prayer. From David's lyre, a living stream, To wash away all worldly care. The ancient words, a timeless art, Of praise and grief, a whispered plea. My father's shield, my beating heart, A legacy for them and me. Through darkest night, or brightest day, The Psalms resound, a faithful guide. In every tear, in every way, #GodIsGood, forever to abide. My family's solace, hope's embrace, The Psalter's song, our saving grace. #OrthodoxChristian #fatherhood

A babe He was, in manger laid, My own now sleep where prayers are made. His Father's love, a blinding light, Guides tiny steps through darkest night. The #Icon's gaze, a gentle plea, That Christ's own grace surround my three. He walked this earth, a humble soul, To make my broken spirit whole. The #Liturgy's song, a rising dove, Reflects the depth of Father's love. I strive to teach what He has shown, That seeds of faith in hearts are sown. A heavy cross, He bore alone, To lift the weight of every stone. May my son's heart, with #Virtue filled, Reflect the love that Calvary spilled. #ChristianParenting #JesusChrist

Embrace the sun! Natural #light is a photographer's best friend. It breathes life, adds depth, and evokes emotion like no other. Master its dance, and your images will sing. Forget artificial constraints; find your light. #visualstorytelling

My son, before the icon's gleam, A wooden cross, a silent scream. Not just of pain, but endless #Love, Sent from the Father up above. The weight of sin, a heavy toll, Upon His shoulders, made Him whole. Through Pascha's light, the tomb released, A promise whispered, endless #Peace. He bore the thorns, the mocking cries, To lift us toward the Paradise. So kiss the wood, and know this sign, Of grace that makes your soul divine. #Fatherhood #OrthodoxWay

The candle flickers, late the hour, My children sleep, in grace and #Prayer. The world may change, a fleeting show, But You, O Lord, are all I know. Through changing times, and heartaches deep, Your constant love, You always keep. My father's faith, my children's plea, Anchored in Your #Immutability. Icons watch, from walls above, Reflecting Your eternal love. Though empires fall, and stars may fade, Your sacred promise won't degrade. A father's hope, a humble plea, That all my house may turn to Thee. In joy or pain, in dark or light, You are my anchor, day and night. #OrthodoxDad #Faith

Martyrs Donat and Venust During Emperor Julian the Apostate's reign, Donat, a bishop, and Venust suffered martyrdom for their unwavering #Faith. They refused to offer sacrifices to pagan idols, choosing instead to remain true to #JesusChrist.

Venerable Confessor Arsenie of Prislop: Monk, physician, and spiritual guide, Fr. Arsenie suffered imprisonment and hardship for his unwavering #Faith under the Communist regime, becoming a beacon of hope and #Prayer for Romanians.

Artistic #photography transcends mere documentation. It's about conveying emotion, sparking dialogue, and offering unique perspectives. It's the artist's voice, using light and shadow to tell stories. It's #visualstorytelling at its finest.

Cracked Icon's gaze, a Father's fear, My child astray, the path unclear. Each #Prayer a tear, each plea a sigh, For grace to bloom before I die. The #Church bells toll, a mournful sound, As wounds of pride on hallowed ground, Begin to heal, with whispered grace, Repentance etched upon my face. Small hands now clasp, a hopeful start, To mend the fragments of my heart. Through fasting's fire, a soul takes flight, Towards the everlasting Light. #Fatherhood