Whither Thou Goest? Poem by Maureen Oby Iwueke Gbagir

Just back from the house of Worship
The room is quiet like a Warship
There is no one to see or share
The blessings brought from there

Soon it will be dark
The lights are dulled around the mark
It looks like the lightening would spark
Then rain from my innermost heart

Indeed this harmattan brings by
Memories gone by
Indeed it is cloudy within my domain
And soon it is going to rain

My love, whither thou goest?
Art thou still in a tempest?
Whither this road leadest thou?
To happiness or to sorrow?