Monday, November 16, 2009

This was me...and still is

The Convert

After one moment when I bowed my head
And the whole world turned over and came upright
And I came out where the whole world 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, but 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

- G.K. Chesterton

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