IN DESTINY'S POUCH

IN DESTINY'S POUCH

In the hands of the Almighty, I am shaped anew,

A smooth stone, destined for paths yet to ensue.

With each throw, obstacles fall, destinies align,

Mountains crumble, revealing truths divine.

As the battle axe, I cleave through the fray,

Strong and mighty, leading the way.

Horsemen stumble, their riders in disarray,

Nations bow, their alliances in dismay.

With precision and might, I heed the call,

In the hands of the divine, I never fall.

Obeying orders, silent yet strong,

In the face of opposition, I belong.

Through trials and tribulations, I stand tall,

For I am but an instrument in the Maker's thrall.

Smooth stone or battle axe, I serve with pride,

In the Almighty's hands, I abide.

So let the obstacles come, and the nations rise,

For with divine force, I'll pierce the skies.

As a vessel of destiny, I'll pave the way,

In the hands of the Almighty, come what may.

© Emmanuel Obu

May 02, 2024 

Emmanuel Obu is a clergy and a brands and communications strategist based in Lagos. He is the Chief Design Officer at Design Turf Limited - an innovative and ideas agency with a design thinking outlook.