God's Own Pen Poem by Mohammad Younus

From the inception of thought,
I began—
a hand tracing lines
on the shifting sands of time.
Each breath, a whisper of ink,
divine and deliberate,
each step, a stanza
in the grand design of fate.

No chance unfolds this narrative,
no aimless drift of script.
An unseen hand guides the quill,
the pulse of stars,
the murmur of rivers,
all conspire in unison:
*Write. Write until the journey ends.*

Through gold-lit joy,
through sorrow's stain,
through tempests fierce
and gentle rain,
the quill moves—
steady, unerring,
inscribing love in strokes
both bold and intricate.

I am no blank parchment,
no aimless scroll adrift.
I choose the words,
yet not alone—
for the One who writes
is the One who is known.

O Author of unbounded vastness,
O Light of unimpeachable truth,
let my ink reflect Your essence.
Let every line, every curve,
sing of a Love that endures—
eternal, unbroken,
a story that breathes
long after the final word is spoken.

— MyKoul