The Convert by G.K. Chesterton

It’s National Poetry Month, and I haven’t done much poetry. It’s been one of those months so far, fast and furious and full of sounds, signifying I’m-not-sure-what-yet.

At any rate, here’s a poem by one of my favorite people, G.K. Chesterton. Does anybody know of a good, well written, popular biography of Chesterton? I’ve read his autobiographical Orthodoxy and others of his writings, but a really cracking good bio would be of interest.

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.

3 thoughts on “The Convert by G.K. Chesterton

  1. Carol in Oregon

    I have, on my shelf but unread, Joseph Pearce’s biography, Wisdom and Innocence. I’d be glad to mail it to you if you are interested, and you could mail it back when you are done.

  2. What a beautiful and profound poem. Thank you for sharing it!

    This is the second time I’ve run into Chesterton this week. I need to read more of him! Which book would you recommend I start with, Orthodoxy?

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