Babel

Jabberwocky

In the pit of my sins I built
a tower of grace.
I thought it soared into the sky.
Easily.
But for you it did not even
reach the earth.
Still.
It was a long way to fall.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2017 03:31
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  • Garry

    The right words in the right order. Powerful images. beautifully written.
    I'd love to know what you think it means.

    • Garry

      I don't always know what mine mean!

    • Jabberwocky

      Well, it means I thought my good points and the good I did and far far outweighed the sins I committed, or the inadequacies I showed. It suggests a self awareness of those "sins" and a conscious effort too. But I was judged only on those "sins" and the fall is both the disappointment in understanding that and the fact that I "fell" consequently from a state or place of grace and love a long way down, in fact back into the pit with my sins suggesting I dwelt on them (as one does analysing failure). The title suggests the tower was build on miscommunication and that is why it was perceived differently.
      Something like that.

    • Jabberwocky

      I also liked the image of building a tower in a pit. It seems somehow a metaphor for relationships, or for life in fact

    • Garry

      I too really enjoyed the idea of a tower in a pit. Thanks for the email message. I appreciate the time you took. Cheers

    • Jabberwocky

      Our sins too often swallow our graces. We have to build the tower higher.

    • swingline

      I picture a relationship with another person . With you rising in your efforts to reach the levels of an unobtainable love as you would always be beneath . And after all your best efforts you are dashed to the ground like a flower whose petals have all been plucked and you no longer are needed .

      • Jabberwocky

        She judged me on my sins, they came first, my graces where longer and greater by far. I fell from grace when she no longer loved me. She was long on memory and short on forgiveness.
        Something like that.



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