After one moment when I bowed my head <br />And the whole world turned over and came upright, <br />And I came out where the old road shone white, <br />I walked the ways and heard what all men said, <br />Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed, <br />Being not unlovable but strange and light; <br />Old riddles and new creeds, not in despite <br />But softly, as men smile about the dead. <br /> <br />The sages have a hundred maps to give <br />That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree, <br />They rattle reason out through many a sieve <br />That stores the sand and lets the gold go free: <br />And all these things are less than dust to me <br />Because my name is Lazarus and I live.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-convert/
