A View From Gods Angle Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

That slow car holds a gentle pair,
Whose happy talk fills up the air.
And me, I watch, with face so red,
No urgent place, no word unsaid.

I see myself, a silly sight,
My own impatience, shining bright.
And in that glimpse, a calm descends,
My hurried heart, begins to mend.

To see from high, a gentle grace,
Can slow my mind, and ease my pace.
The world unfolds, at its own speed,
And God's own view, plants peace indeed.