I quite like the differences.
Do you think that Babel-
When that tower fell,
Do you think that that was a sad story?
To me, I think
It was good. Maybe god needed to knock it down.
Shattered every pane of glass, so each person could look at the same thing and see it differently.
Maybe he wanted the variety?
But that’s not the whole golden good of it,
No, I think it was because-
As a gift to us, I think it’s a gift
The joy in my heart to get to know someone,
To learn their language,
To see a glimmer of the world from their point of view-
Hold that shard in my hand with mine
And fit them like pieces as tight as I hug them
So that I can see the fuller picture…
And the way I hear and see is forever changed-!
I learned something! I’m always going to want that.
To want to learn about the people I love!
I’m going to hold each shattered pane and hold it up so that… I can see it!
I can see babel.
I can see it. It’s still there. Not fallen.
For the love of god, look!