With senses not yet dulled, not yet 
compromised by the baggage and 
burdens of daily life, the newborn 
see everything around them differently.

I was sitting alone at a table, when the 
restaurant door opened and a toddler 
still shaky on her feet entered, holding 
Daddy’s hand. She turned to me, eyes 
deep and ageless, and burst into a smile. 

All the sunshine in the world poured 
through her. She was a saint, fully 
enlightened in the glory, essence and 
truth, seeing things as they really are.

Like a finger from the sky,
her smile opened my eyes. 

The world is renewed in each child.