Then You cameA world apart angelic touch an occasional visitor to this plane, in this theatre of traumatic dramas. Life, death, love, fear take starring roles in the daily legend that unveils. Each player exposed a cacophony of influences vying for honours and position, orchestrates the hour, the moment. Then You came. Too soon or too late but on time in time beyond time a touch from beyond You came. We listened (some of the minor players) but hear different things in the words You say. The words touch, reveal, heal, then move on in lives of their own generation to generation. Words unclaimed by the trapping claws of death, speak only life to half opened ears clouded tearfilled eyes and mouths uncleansed by Isaiah’s coals. To be clay on this wheel is to be gold in the forge of heaven.