Song and Stories

IN OUR GENESES By Yehudit Cafri In our subdued geneses There trickles up The following story: A father A son And the knife of slaughter. How did it happen? And where was Sarai? How could she have relied Upon so tyrannical a God For protection At the last moment? Why did she not cry out Even before then When they had just begun To harness the ass And load the firewood? Do not lay a hand Upon the child!? Why did she not stand In the middle of the road To whisper through full round lips Thou shalt not travel this road As long as I live Not this child For whom we waited One hundred years Not this child A part of us Our life and soul.