What a raw deal for those men in Babel.
To have aimed for the stars
and as one built a brick tower
so high, it frightened the Lord.
The Lord confounded their speech.
He scattered them.
The tower was unbuilt on the land,
a blight, an eyesore, massive and
semi soft, impotent to its majesty.
All who passed it said,
"Men who aim too high fail,"
which is not the truth.
Men did not fail, but there were other forces
at work, the same forces
that have brought down many a man
and reduced him to a mere shadow\
of his former self.
This is the doing of the Lord, who
knew that harmony would make people
slack and lazy.
I can not believe he did not like peace.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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