Tower Of Babel Poem by Arthor Journer

Find myself building my own tower to God
Made from dreams aspirations in my own mind
No firm foundation formed on the ethereal sod
Just words and visions as bricks and hope to bind
Shooting for the heavens so far only reaching the clouds
To look into God’s face so far only the mist
Using self will self-preservation and might to unvale the shroud
But only the stratosphere is gently kissed
My heart has lost communication with my own brain
Body has confused the words of my soul
Contradictions to drive one surely insane
The tower of dreams has become my tower of Babel
So many languages that each cell is speaking
Cloudies the clarity of my path and my goal
Each distinct so no comprehension is reaching
And the great building has discouraged my soul