Marykaa/Poème

It Came


With the swiftness of lightning yet the grace of eternity,

it pearced through light and haze, defying the heavens to name it!

Its destination was the hearts of man :

to cure, to kill, to restore and to relieve.

If just one soul had caught its glimpse,

we would have been released form its shadow...

But no-one knew,

they just talked and cried.

But never gave to be allowed to receive...

so it passed...