Creation hangs on one word alone.
S’truth, one was the word, and
of one accord was the song,
by which the tower was begun.
of one accord was the song,
by which the tower was begun.
But each ascending storey
found diversion and division.
found diversion and division.
The word splintered from one
into a world of words;
the people from friends
into nameless ranks of strangers.
into a world of words;
the people from friends
into nameless ranks of strangers.
At every turn, every new height
the plans and styles change;
right hand knows not left,
nor wants to.
the plans and styles change;
right hand knows not left,
nor wants to.
The Witness had only to watch,
with heaviness of heart,
as the great structure
began its collapse from within.
with heaviness of heart,
as the great structure
began its collapse from within.
unraveling into flames,
consternation and war.
From that time forward,
diversity has yet to discover
its sacred power to build.
diversity has yet to discover
its sacred power to build.
No human tower shall ever reach God,
until the daughters of woman,
and the sons of man
remember that
until the daughters of woman,
and the sons of man
remember that
Creation hangs on one word alone.
© 2010 by Elisabeth Eliassen
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