Still thinking about the idea of beauty leading us to worship. These two words, both so elusive and ambiguous, it's hard to find concrete thoughts; and so maybe I won't try right now. Perhaps when the logic of prose fails, we need to go deeper and seek wisdom in the poetic.

Share in this poem with me:
I'd love to hear your thoughts ...

By an anonymous Eastern Orthodox writer:

Our eyes, with vision baited, are drawn
Toward the beauty of God.
In this beauty, vision findeth its rest.
In this beauty, the heart's fulfilment is met.
All for this beauty, and
All to this beauty is drawn.
Life rests there, in the solemn beauty of the King.

Beauty begets beauty,
And thus in life do the wretched partake.
Drawn up in the beauty of heavenly vision,
The beholder by the Beholden is transformed.
Light shineth into darkness,
And the darkness is transformed into Light.
By beauty, night is changed,
No longer to be night;
The blackness of midnight is made bright
As the midday sun.

To beauty, all creation moveth,
For He who is Beautiful hast formed and
Moulded it in love.
In divine beauty doth creation rest,
Radiant with the light of its glory.
O, such glory as beauty can bestow!
A word, and there is light!
A breath, and there is man!
In God's vision wast the universe fashioned into being,
And all that is in it;
And lo, when this creation beholdeth the
Vision of its Maker,
Such beauty transforms glory into glory.
O radiant light!
O blessed vision of the heart of God!
Who can look into the innermost haven of
Splendour and power,
And not himself be transformed by the sight?
Who can gaze upon the sun,
Without its own light shining in his eyes?

In God's beauty, all the earth is sanctified.
Tree and stone, wood and paint have glory
In His beauty.
Creation is transformed;
The fallen is made holy.
And man, beholding Beauty's vision,
Shares His life.