In his poem entitled "The Convert," Gilbert Keith Chesterton so eloquently presents this truth:
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.
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it" (Jn 1:5). And it never will. Not even that supreme darkness and deception which is fast-approaching (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 675). Our sad broken world is dying. Heaven and earth will pass away. But not the word of the Living God.
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