Love's True Garden Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Love's true garden, cannot bloom,
While shadows linger in the room.
Darkness hides where trust once lay,
Chasing sunlight far away.

First heal these hands, so scarred and worn,
By holding hurt since life was born.
Let kindness soothe each aching line,
With gentle touch, make them feel fine.

Release the grip of yesterday,
Allow old sorrows to decay.
Then, with clear eyes, and spirit free,
New seeds of hope, we'll nurture, see.

The sun won't shine, the breeze won't call,
Till darkness fades and shadows fall.
Let gentle touch now mend the pain,
Like summer rain on thirsty grain.

Then tender seeds, of hope and grace,
Will blossom in this healing space.
And love's true colors, bright and bold,
A story beautifully unfolds.

T.M.Solvang