I have not written a poem in ages
Today, I sling the writing case on my shoulder,
A burden to bear for
The One who called me.
He gave me a new pen,
A weapon between my fingers,
A fresh pot of ink I received
To mark the city
To season hearts
To write words full of grace.
As He commands, so will I do
For He’s the pen and the inkwell
It’s in Him I dip and write upon the land
Waiting to soak in His words.
Enobong O’wunmi. February 2026.
