Miracle child,
Radiant beacon of flesh and blood.
You, too, when mute and anonymous
In Lia’s womb,
Posed an infinite threat
To my peace of mind.
Yet, now I know you
For what you are,
I praise with unconditional joy
The silent God who sent you beaming
Into this storm-tossed world.
So let us take each other’s hand,
My darling "Titzhak",
And drown our mutual fear of things unknown
By helping Lia in her hour of need,
Which will last for ever.
Jerusalem
6 April 1992