Shofar Poems - Poems about Shofar

I rarely go to temple, Though when New Year comes around, I do not feel complete until I hear the shofar’s sound. Some synagogues stream services; I listened for a while, But the rabbi’s talk went on and on And wasn’t quite my style. I turned it off and went to sleep, Yet while I calmly drowsed, A noise disturbed my slumber So I suddenly...

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Wake up, Wake up You who slumber and sleep Wake up Return whence you came Jarring, dissonant The ram's horn bleats thirty, forty, one-hundred unencumbered blasts A simple device, no frills the breath of a ram ...

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G’mar chatima tova. Forgive me if I stumble across the unfamiliar words. We are not so different. Each strives to do more good than bad; at least to do no harm. We pause for prayer and reflection, aspire to be more caring, more giving; make amends and atone for misdeeds. So I pray for you my friend. As the shofar sounds the end,...

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The rabbi had a lot of trouble Blowing the shofar.* The congregation waited But the sounds were just bizarre. Some strangled bursts of air came out But music was resistant. The notes he tried to play, I’d say, Were pretty non-existent. He tried three shofars – all were long, The pride of any ram, Including those who wandered In the time of Abraham. With children gathered at...

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The shofar fills the synagogue With sounds which once were heard On ancient plains, where ancestors Were possibly interred. Each Rosh Hashanah, patiently, I wait to hear those notes Come pouring through the twisted horns Of sacrificial goats. Those resonating plaintive blares Both echo and resound, Reminding us another year Has somehow rolled around. I’m not at all religious But just once a year I go To a temple...

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