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.”—English man of letters—and Roman Catholic convert— G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936), “The Convert,” from The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton (1927)
I came upon this set of
spiritual verses in perhaps an even more powerful reflection: the late Presidential speechwriter Michael Gerson’s 2019 Washington Cathedral sermon
sharing his struggle with depression, and the religious consolation that
sustained him day to day.
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