Bible Stories
Sept 29 2023
The Tower of Babel,
where God cursed its builders
with a confusion of tongues.
Of course it crumbled,
with so much distrust
and misunderstanding.
But if things had been different
how high would it have climbed?
As high as heaven?
High enough
to see the naked emperor
for what He really was?
The omnipotent divine,
too insecure
to let humankind come close.
Or would they have run out of air
and realized
that no one's there,
the ineffable Creator
a figment of questioning minds
keen to explain?
So if not the Tower
and an insecure God,
why the failure to communicate?
Why divide
into clans and tribes
and petty rivalries,
empires
and shaky alliances,
nation states
drawing lines in the sand?
Not by decree
of some deity
from His high and mighty throne,
but by ourselves.
Because we tend to “other”
stereotype
dehumanize.
Because we’re more comfortable
with “our own” kind,
people like us.
Because small differences
seem to matter
far too much.
The tower abandoned
and its bricks scattered
or converted to weapons of war.
Not a lingua franca,
but a call-to-arms
and battle cries.
Not a monument to greatness
but genocide.
Smoking rubble
salted fields
and dying breaths,
scorched earth
reeking of death.
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