Tekiah gadolah...

      His nostrils feel the rush of air
      deeply expanding every cell of his lungs

      The hard smooth warm mouth of the ram's horn
      presses against his lips

      His eyes are open, but he sees something far
      removed from the walls of this house of prayer

      The light surrounds him
      the wind, the spirit moves through him

      He embraces the souls of all the present
      He places his hands, his energy, his grace into the midst of the departed

      The sound issues forth 
      a clear piercing song, ancient and new

      He stands in prayer, a long longer louder, hopeful prayer
      transmuting the energy of a civilization into a blast of sound

      The moment stops in time
      He too is a listener

      The waning volume of air flows forth through the instrument
      He feels its departure as he punches a final twisting cry from the shofar

      Depleted, moved, elated, enriched
      ​Head bowed in grateful reverence

Y'asher koach!

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