Accessibillity Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When shadows dance and day is done,
And quiet whispers softly run,
A gentle space, a cozy bed,
To lift your heart, your weary head.

Close to God, a whispered plea,
An open heart, for Him to see.
The world outside begins to fade,
A special bond is gently made.

Tiredness falls, a soft embrace,
Vulnerability finds its place.
Honest words, like whispered sighs,
Ascend to Him beyond the skies.

Rest and peace, a calming blend,
As thoughts of day begin to end.
Reflection deep, a quiet stream,
A peaceful, hopeful, waking dream.

When strength has waned, and burdens press,
And formal prayer feels like a stress,
Your bed becomes a sacred space,
To seek His comfort, feel His grace.

In quiet dark, no eyes to see,
Just you and God, eternally.
A private talk, a heart sincere,
Whispering love, dispelling fear.

T.M.Solvang