It Will Come

In fits and starts, it will come.
Right now everything is tumbling.
There is no beginning or end,
Just this knowing or richness.
It will come in small ways.
First a glance, then a bunch of
Beauty on the roadside, or a
Mountain stream gushing, or
The deep blue well of nature
Found in the wonder and then,
Then it will break over us.
Like the strong wave of ocean,
Majestic and cleansing, escaping
All bounds and covering us
In the treasure of sparkling gems.