My luchos are crude and homely and uninspiring
Now I am an ever-so-fallible human in a dry, brutal desert. My luchos are crude and homely and uninspiring. They were not hand hewn by G-d, nor delivered amidst thunder and lightning.
But — like the imperfect stone tablets residing in the holiest spot on earth — they are the ones that will forever remain whole.
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 801)
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