She looked her would-be killer in the eye,
And saw the ignorance
That fuelled the fear
That powered the bullet
That pierced the skull
That passed right through
That took her to the other side,
Closer to the prophet than he could ever be
No matter how many times a day he prayed.
She saw a split second of confusion
When something deep inside himself
Questioned his actions,
But the wheel now firmly set in motion,
Powered by its own momentum,
Could only move in one direction,
Because, for now, he was sure,
He had God on his side.
Not so, later, when the question returned to haunt him.
Could it be the same God that had enabled her to survive?
She came back from the other side,
With wisdom way beyond her years,
Compassion and love in her pure heart,
And the words of all the prophets on her lips.
But that seed of doubt planted within him,
Would begin to grow and not let go.
In its climb towards the light,
It would demand answers.
He would see that light is knowledge
And that humans cannot grow in darkness.
He could only regret and repent,
And hope for some forgiveness.
But she – she dwelled already in the light.
She who had met the final darkness
Was hungrier than ever for its glow,
For knowledge, love and worldly peace.
The power was all hers,
All her fears already faced,
All wounds healed in love’s embrace,
All bridges crossed, no trace of hate.
She would surely find many pearls,
She would inspire and change the world.