Babel Babble

Words, words.
Tongue tied,
tongue loosened.
Reaching to grasp an
assurance of knowledge
gleaned.  While 
dismissing that
of different words in,
tongue, 
cadence, 
expression.
Concrete words. 
Untouchable.
Unchangeable.
Keeping all in place.
Forms built to
constrain, deny
others, and their
other ways
of understanding,
+ communicating
The Word, and
with The Word.

Look at our towers,
what we have done.
Our way,
our words,
the right,
the only way.
Such things can only lead 
to destruction.

Ruach blow.
Demolish our vain towers,
blow the cobweb woven 
words away, and
free us from the trap, so ... 
our lives may live
The Word.

Whilst in Orkney, last month, I got the notion to build my own Tower of Babel out of limpet shells. First time it toppled as I hadn’t given the placement of different shapes and sizes of shells enough consideration. The second time it remained up for quite a while until the wind picked up and gusting in from the seas, sent the tower tumbling down. That got me thinking about Rauch, the Holy Spirit come blowing through.