Babbling Is All We Had

A confused poem on Babel and other unspeakable wounds

Nathan Smith
Interfaith Now

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fear and trembling
at the foot of the tower of Babel
where the ground sinks beneath your feet and
there are no ears to hear the words we could not speak
even if we wanted to
as our wounds gape and run
even in their irrecoverable hiddenness

and the angels either flee or disappear under the weight
of their own nonexistence
or
at least
their lack of insistence
as if they too could not say any more than I
and were charged with being the guardians and healers of
that which was never said or could be
by decree of a traumatized
but as yet still sleeping
God
who knew either everything or nothing of our open wounds
or knew all too well
and demanded that we never speak of them again
either to each other or
at least not to ourselves

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Nathan Smith
Interfaith Now

Writer, therapy student, queer; interested in psychology, philosophy, literature, religion/spirituality. YouTube.com/@MindMakesThisWorld @NateSmithSNF