The way that thunder rolls across the sky from ten miles or more..you can count it coming as it rolls
Like shofars blowing from one tel to another tel
Across the land, across the whole world, how do we know; maybe across the universe
So comes Yom Teruah blasting, blowing, rolling
Like a wave across the lands made by Yahweh
From one end of the world the moon comes shyly rising
Till it shines in every place where it can be seen
With Jerusalem at the apex of that infinite moment
Of the calling of His bride to awake
by: Gayle Bonato
