Is God Almighty? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A single hand, it holds so much,
A nation's fate, a leader's touch.
The words they speak, the laws they make,
Can build us up, or hearts can break.

The power rests, a mighty thing,
Like wind that soars on eagle's wing.
But winds can turn, a storm arise,
And darken all beneath the skies.

So should we ask, in gentle plea,
If limits serve both you and me?
A fence around the garden fair,
To keep the wildness from despair.

A balance struck, a careful line,
Where power sleeps, yet stays confined.
For even one, with noble heart,
May stray too far, and tear apart.

The rules we write, the vows we keep,
May guide our leaders from too steep.
A constitution's steady hand,
To guard our freedom, in the land.

T.M.Solvang