A Single Heart Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A single heart, a lonely space,
No hand to hold, no smiling face.
God saw the quiet, heard the sigh,
'Not good, ' He whispered, passing by.

For built within, a need to share,
A woven life, beyond compare.
A knowing glance, a whispered name,
To fan the spark, to feed the flame.

From one first breath, all life began,
A tapestry, this human clan.
Each color bright, each pattern true,
One family, me and you.

No high, no low, no separate line,
In God's own sight, we all are fine.
From distant lands, or fields so near,
One common pulse, banishing fear.