by Caroline Moraa Anunda

I have learnt my Lord
That you in spire me
You plant the writing seed
Deep inside of me
You make me feel
Its part of me
This gift of word
That you bestowed to me
It feeds my soul
Makes word part of me
Watered it
And made me want to be
Gave me warmth
Without which i couldn’t be
As it makes me be
The part of me
That gives my whirlwind wind
A whirl a twirl
That gives me ink
To print what i think.