tovfla/Getty Images The shofar strains to be heard
Amongst the loudness of war
Under rockets
Under wails
Can you even hear her this year?
We used to think she was boisterous
Her voice would resound.
But even storms with their thunders
Are hardly heard now.
The shofar strains to speak, “wake up.”
How do we hear
When her voice is so soft?
It’s still and small- a whispering thought.
“is she even there,” I wonder inside…
Or are we the shofar this time?
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