Just as two breaths become one breath, as two whispers become a cry, miracle before us lies. The glory of a new-born child.

These half-closed eyes already see, looking without looking within. A testament of truth before, before our eyes. The glory of a new-born child.

This place where life’s long path begins. If they be princes, queens, or kings, laid helpless here at mother’s side. The glory of a new-born child.