LifeWays - Birgit's Blog Birgit's blog Birgit's Blog
Friday, October 10, 2003

The Convert
by G.K. Chesterton

After one moment when I bowed my head
And the whole world turned over and came upright,
And I came out where the old road shone white
I walked the ways and heard what all men said,
Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed
Being not unlovable but strange and light;
Old riddles and new creeds, not in despite
but softly, as men smile about the dead.

The sages have a hundred maps to give
That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,
They rattle reason out through many a sieve
That stores the sand and lets the gold go free:
And all these things are less than dust to me
Because my name is Lazarus and I live.

posted by Birgit
0 comments at 3:18 PM

Comments: Post a Comment