Annie Dillard, describing how it feels to receive "any unmerited grace" --
"You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then -- and only then -- it is handed to you. From the corner of your eye you see motion. Something is moving through the air and headed your way. It is a parcel bound in ribbons and bows; it has two white wings. It flies directly at you; you can read your name on it. If it were a baseball, you would hit it out of the park. It is that one pitch in a thousand you see in slow motion; its wings beat slowly as a hawk's."
from The Writing Life