Let the shofar sound
Calling birds from their nests,
soldiers from their tanks,
music from flutes lying discarded.
Let the shofar sound
waking those who live in nightmares,
piercing the fog of confusion,
dispersing the myth of apathy.
Let the shofar sound
enticing us to dance,
forcing us to witness,
wringing tears from eyes tired of weeping.
Let the shofar sound
heralding our march to freedom,
ushering in an age of peace,
purging oil slicks from our souls.
Let the shofar sound
in mourning for the lost and the wasted,
in celebration of effervescent hopes,
in acknowledgment that we are here.