It Came

It came to me not as a crashing wave
that claimed my breath, nor with the rocket-flare
of fireworks or the force of a zephyr's wind.

It came not in heart-stopping moments
of revelation, nor in the 'life flashing before me'
tradition of books and movies.

Instead, it was but a whisper
of morning's breeze, the smell
of fresh baked bread, the glimpse
of a shooting star, and a child's laughter.

It came with the touch of a loved one's hand,
the taste of spring rain on a thirsty tongue,
and in the sigh of each sunrise and sunset.

Sometimes it came for no reason at all...
but it did come.

It was the joy of simply being, of finding comfort
in life's small things, feeling peace
within myself, knowing
I have laughed and cried,
feared and sought strength,
lost hope and gained faith,
felt loss and touched dreams,
but most of all,
I have lived and I have loved
and can ask for no more than this.