Standing before the Throne where Divinity holds sway,
The truth about choices, I will portray,
A woman’s decision, to happiness she would cling,
Yet in this mortal space, forgot her soul’s string.
Some yearn for wealth with desires ablaze,
Others plead for health, their voices raise,
But once on this Earth, a different path unfurls,
Chasing new dreams, as life’s river swirls.
“Why, O Creator?” their voices rise,
As plans unravel and hope belies,
Choices made before the heavenly gate,
Now seem distant, like a forgotten fate.
On palms, those choices etched in grace,
A celestial map, our destined space,
Hold firm, dear soul, to the path you have known,
Divine design shall guide you home.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 