I dropped the tablet containing Ten Commandments. It shattered into nine tiny pieces. Eight people came to my assistance. It was the seventh day of the month. I had a sixth sense about the moment. In five minutes we had reassembled the dictum. Four millennium of beliefs fragmented. Three tribes of Moses documented the word of God. The words, they seemed, directed at only two. One day - maybe, I'll understand. Michael J. Solender blogs here: http://notfromhereareyou.blogspot.com/ CommentsLeave a Reply | Poetry
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