Anew

The sound cries out
Loud and strong
Souls respond to recieve the song
People young, old and in between
Accept to the invitation
To become clean.
Mixed with dust from yesterday
Wrestling with what they did not say
Lamenting what they could have done
Who else do we need to become?
Have we said yes enough?
Are we ferverent in expressing our love?
When our life has fluttered by
Will we face contentment when we die?
As the blast of the horn
Awakens us to begin again
The path laid out flat and new
No pressure that its up to you.
Is it up to you and me
Only mere humanity?
Did we create ourselves the first time?
Why do we feel obliged
To reinvent our very soul
 We are unskilled at letting go.
We are asked to look inside
And do what we know to be right
We will never be enough
To earn this unattainable self love.
We, the critic impossible to please
Perfection, an infectious disease
The One who made us the first time
Accepts the flawed version of our lives
The untouched places in our soul
Only God can touch to make whole.
Loosen the grip of your own intentions
To fix the things too dark to mention.
Time, circular and healing
Spirit, light and soul revealing
The shofar calls to me and you
To release perfection and embrace renewal.