It was not with thunder,
nor with a shout across the sky.
No burning bush,no trembling ground,
just the quiet shift of air inside my chest.

The world stayed ordinary--
cars passed,leaves stirred,
the sun slipped behind a cloud unnoticed.
But I knew.

Something moved where silence lived,
something loosened,
like a knot in a rope pulled too long.

It was not the answer I had asked for,
not the way I had imagined,
yet it fit the hollow shape of my longing exactly.

I stood still,
afraid to breathe,
afraid to chase it away--
the delicate certainty
that I had been heard.