For Bagshot Row

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.

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2 comments on “For Bagshot Row

  1. Debbie says:

    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.

    I love this! Describes the bureaucracies that try to kill my idealism, and then gives me the remedy for rising above them. Makes me want to shout…

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  2. Awesome, Debbie. Yeah, nothing is important compared to the new life within us, and nothing should be able to distract us from our joy in that.

    Like

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