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