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-3/
