When Logos lived within the heart of man,
Then beauty bloomed and flowered forth at will—
And every house was built upon a plan;
Order’s essence, captured and distilled.
Then Lucifer, in all his hate and pride
On gazing at the beauty of the saints—
To numb the pain and rage he felt inside,
Unleashed his darkness down without restraint.
He offered apples to his favored slaves,
The Darwins and the Newtons and the Humes;
They poisoned all the wells of holy grace,
And left mankind—by all our sins—consumed.
O Logos, rise and save the race of men;
O shine Your holy light on us again!
Michael Witcoff is an Orthodox Christian and Oblate of St. Benedict. He is a best-selling author from Chicago, Illinois.
the strength and forthrightness of your poem are encouraging! Thank you.
“… God said, ‘Let Newton be,’ and all was light.”
Oh, really, “all was light”? Methinks, not quite.
heartfelt and wondrous prayer. If only !
Michael, a beautiful poem. Please look up the videos on Agafia Lykov talk about an inspiration. You can find her on youtube.