![The Convert, By: G.K. Chesterton](https://i0.wp.com/poetrycatalog.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/01/The-Convert-By-G.K.-Chesterton.jpg?resize=750%2C420&ssl=1)
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.