My child wafts peace. br When I lean over him, br It is not just the smell of soap. br br All the people were children wafting peace. br (And in the whole land, not even one br Millstone remained that still turned). br br Oh, the land torn like clothes br That can't be mended. br Hard, lonely fathers even in the cave of the Makhpela* br Childless silence. br br My child wafts peace. br His mother's womb promised him br What God cannot br Promise us. br br br * The traditional burial place in Hebron of Abraham br and the other Patriarchs and Matriarchs of Israel.