by Natalie Lynn Borton
As I wrote about a few weeks ago, we are living in a modern-day Babylonian culture. Beauty, youth, intelligence, and possessions are our culture’s values and thus they allure us to pursue them. The Book of Revelation compares Babylon to a prostitute, who intoxicates those around her with luxury and wealth. Sound familiar? The following poem is one that Beth Moore shares in one of her video sessions for the Daniel bible study. It is written by a woman who was part of the study and it speaks to the Babylonian mentality, “I am, and there is none besides me.” (Isaiah 47:8)
Babble On in Babylon
by Lynn Parker
Brimming closets, shoe racks bulge, one in every color, I’ll just indulge. My wildest whim will oft be met, bigger, faster, give me, get. Travel on in Babylon.
May I go first? Knew you’d not care, for my time’s precious. You’ve lots to spare. I’ll slip in front and off I’ll go. See, I’m quite fast and well, you’re quite slow. I and me fast friends, life-long. Prattle on in Babylon.
Nip it here, just there a lift. I just turned forty, it was a gift. The eyes, the lips, the bosoms do, sculptured, lasered, injected, too. No wrinkles left, the tummy’s gone. Journey on in Babylon.
Enough of me, how do you view me? You get one, but give me three. I couldn’t bare to just say no, it’s my desire and rightly so. Add another and on and on. Shuffle on in Babylon.
No end in sight that I can see, today is blocked by the mirror in front of me. A wreck, a death, tsunami tide, it mildly stirs me, I must confide. TV claims tens of thousands gone. Oh well, let’s see what else is on. Numb to the stunning sight of each new dawn, Sinking fast in Babylon.
Like a lobster in a pot who begins to like the water hot, I’ve been duped, been tricked, been had, convinced that truth was somehow bad. Evil, coddled and cooed and purred, and beckoned me and called and lured. Now in a place with the lights turned on, I’m racing home from Babylon. I’m racing home from Babylon.
Have you ever fallen into the Babylonian mentality? How so?
