Poem: Shofar As Fog Horn

In the days of old

Ships passed in the night,

Near shoals and breakers

Dangers and disasters waiting to break them apart


The fog horn

A low guttural groan

deep from the bellows of a piston

Warned them

Caressed them

Guided them away from danger

Towards the safe embrace of open water


The Shofar

It caresses me

Guides me

Awakens me to the simplicity of life

To a simple groan


It directs me back to a beginning

When all is open

My mind free of dread and memories

The Shofar shows me the way home

And in that home lies safety

Wonder of it all