needing to touch the world my hand felt the handrail as I walked through the clean mall.
she carries her new-born in her arms like I carried flowers back then
I walk to the right or her, away from the rail. she walked slowly, with peace and confidence.
her eyes looked into mine like the moon looks upon the grassy plains and rolling hills as dusk
she smiles in slow motion at me, a smile more beautiful than anything else in that consumer worship center, far more pristine than any conversation the worship leaders have with their walking credit cards
it was as if she awoke this morning knowing that she was meant to deliver someone this smile
I was left awestruck at the moment's simplicity and I walked on to buy shoes
looking to pass on the smile that can only be meant for a stranger