A gift to my father decoratively displayed it hung from a silver chain another piece of Judaica on the living room wall.
Waiting— to fulfill its destiny instrument of sound holy vibrations stirring alarms evoking ancient times battles births hallelujahs grandfathers weeping at scattered stones
Waiting— for the one day when I would put it to my lips and sing its ancient song.
Tekiah! Shevorim! Teruah! Tekiah gedolah!
Playing tunes sacred and profane for decades until slowly, and suddenly the blessing I had bestowed the gift I had given returned. Re-turned. Turning the sounds around. The vibrations coming into my heart reaching my soul as if never heard before.
May you hear the shofar wherever you are, whoever sounds it—feeling not just nostalgia for tekiahs past, but new stirrings that reach the deepest part of your heart and soul.
May forgotten gifts in your life find true meaning and beauty as you discover them and share them with the world; and may you feel their vibrations return to you with ever-growing love, harmony, and peace.
