By Stephanie Liss
Yom Kippur Day 5770
In the sound of shofar is the beginning of time.
It is the wind of the east and the call of the sun as it rises.
Where lies the heart, so is tekiah.
Where flows the blood, so is teruah.
At the end of days in darkness, it calls to the light,
In the first breath of morning, it sounds the coming of day’s-Messenger
Flying his chariot afire,
Swirling in flames,
Burning Holy in the pressing dawn.
It is the laughter of angels, and the dance of the maiden.
It is the cry of the mourning, searching for peace at the mother’s breast.
It is the turning of the earth, and the soar of the mountain,
And in the whisper of the night, it is the weep of prayer.
In the harvest, there is bounty,
And in the famine, there is faith,
as the world is called into blessing on Gadol Hayom.
It is the horn of the ram – hollow, bending,
its chambers now the echo of the voice of G-d.
Opening, it finds its way home through the hills of Judea, and into the sea.
It is the turn of the earth at the water’s rise.
It is the hand of G-d sweeping holiness from life into life.
This life into life is the memory of song.
This power of one, is the horn of the ram.
This horn of the ram – is the sound of G-d
And in the sound of G-d,
Is the power of One.
© Stephanie Liss 2009