It is not in the grand moments
but in the quiet in-betweens-
the morning light slipping
through half-open curtains,
the warmth of a hand
reaching for yours without asking.

Life breathes in pauses,
in laughter that lingers,
in tears that fall
and are not hidden.

It's the courage to begin again,
the grace to forgive,
and the wild,fragile hope
that carries us
through the unknown.

The essence of life
is not to be found,
but to be felt-
in presence,
in connection,
in simply being
here.