Bergen Norway Halo Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Above Bergen town, a sky so bright,
On July twenty-nine, in fading light.
Six twenty-three, a pilot's keen eye caught,
A halo spun, a lesson to be taught.

Round and perfect, a circle in the air,
Above the ground, beyond compare.
Bright lights danced on its outer ring,
A slow turn made, a silent song to sing.

Ninety meters high, it hovered there,
While Earth below, watched in silent prayer.
No man-made thing, no storm cloud's art,
But something strange, to stir the beating heart.

A beam shot up, from its center's core,
A power unseen, unknown before.
Norwegian minds, with telescopes grand,
Tried to grasp, with logic in hand.

But mystery held, its secret tight,
An unknown force, in Bergen's light.
A purpose shown, in form so clean,
Intelligence vast, a cosmic scene.

The world paused then, in wonder deep,
As daily life, its normal couldn't keep.
The universe breathes, a secret call,
That even now, we don't know all.

Our knowledge small, a tiny spark,
In oceans wide, beyond the dark.
That Bergen's halo, reminds us true,
There's more to learn, and more to view.

We are but specks, beneath the dome,
Yet touched by wonders, calling us home.
To question, seek, with open eyes,
The endless magic, in starry skies.

Perhaps unsolved, this radiant sign,
But in the gazing, truth will shine.
We write it down, and think it through,
Connected now, to something new.

T.M.Solvang