Sjene sjemenki | Neva Lukić



That day, of which I recall only color blue, and reflections on the water,
the priest spoke English, and we all responded in English, even though we were far away
from the English speaking places.
The priest started to read the story of The Tower of Babel, and we all, so far away from our
homes, all different in shapes and colors, spoke the same language in our minds, the
possible cornerstone of the Tower.

A little later, the priest told us to pray Our Father in our mother tongues:

Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano, e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori,  I ne uvedi nas u napast, nego izbavi nas od zla.

The church echoed with different sounds, vowels and consonants, and some people, I noticed, even remained speechless. The cloven tongues, like as of fire sat upon each of us…[*] We stood there confounded because that every man heard another man speak in his own language.[**]



[*] Acts 2:1–6 KJV (promijenjeno)
[**] Acts 2:1–6 KJV (promijenjeno)

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