En arche en ho logos...

...is the last line of the poem "LOVE" written by Franz Wright, a Pulitzer-Prize winning American poet and son of James Arlington Wright - also a Pulitzer-Prize winning poet. (By the way, they're the only father and son to hold that honor in the same category).

Franz Wright is also the author of a poetry collection I'm currently reading entitled
God's Silence.

"LOVE" is tapered. Clean. Has good bones.
And hit me strongly.

Here's the poem, in its entirety, for your perusal...

"While they were considering whether to stone her -
and why not? - he knelt
and with his finger wrote
something in the dust. We are
as you know made from
dust, and the unknown
word
was, therefore, and is
and forever will be
written in our flesh
in gray folds of
memory's
flesh. En
arche en ho logos.

Go ahead and read it again.
I'll wait.

Now would it interest you to know that "en arche en ho logos" is Greek for "In the beginning was the Word?"