Let them shake. The fibers lining the bosom of that horn. That horn once worn as a crown by another. Another who laid down to be consumed.
Let them shake. All who are called not only to blow but to be the horn. Let them quiver with the thrill of good news pulsing.
Let them shake. All those who have ears that vibrate in harmony with the report of that horn. All who find themselves in the place where inspiration becomes expiration. All those longing to hear a new song.
Let them shake. The foundations of the earth. The foundations laid by the one who now will rest his silky back upon them. They are made new.
Let them shake. For now all is shaken.
A meditation based on an Advent picture featuring a man with shofar.
