Tower of Bable

Mortality gives rocks

to treasure as truth.

“You use your senses, five of them, to know and learn.”

Rock.

“You feel all through a material body.”

Rock.

“You are alive now but you will die.”

Rock

Rock, rock, rock, rock rock.

And we build.

Some rocks seem precious

            Rainbows and sunsets

                        (light diffracting through water drops and atmosphere)

Some rocks disturb us

            Hate, violence, fear

                        (the nature of man)

Some rocks are ugly

            Disease, deformity, death

                        (the human condition)

But mortality gives us rocks

and if we think they are truth

we build.

We build a tower with our rocks.

We build it high.

We build it strong.

We think that if we build well and high enough

We will finally reach God.

But God knows better.

He sent Jesus with

the lightening of Christ

to strike down our towers.

They are only rubble.

God, the only Truth,

uses love to walk us through

our rubble of rocks.

And as we walk with God

each and every rock

just disappears.

And so it is.

Mortality gives us nothing.

Christ shines the light

and we don’t need to build a tower to God.

God is here.