A Beautiful Song
I had a dream last night that shofars kept showing up at my door. Each morning when I woke up, there were several shofars on my porch from different people. Different sizes and shades. In my dream this lasted for several days and then abruptly stopped.
My living room was filled with shofars and I was trying to figure out who was going to play them all. I felt stressed because there was no one to play even one. I heard a knock at the door and when I opened it I could hear singing in the sky’s. It was as if the clouds themselves were singing,
“Who will blow the shofar? Who will make the trumpet sound? Who will warn the people? Who will call heaven down?” I stood there stunned and amazed at the beautiful song coming from the sky.
And then I woke up.