My Inner Voice Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

My own inner voice, I try to hear,
And listen close, with all my gear.
My spirit whispers, soft and true,
A gentle guide in all I do.

I question much, with open eyes,
Yet feel a peace beneath the skies.
My spirit sings, a quiet hum,
From inner depths, it has become.

A steady calm, a rested soul,
Prepared for tasks, to make me whole.
'Fit for fight, ' when shadows creep,
My spirit's strength, I safely keep.

Some call it God, some call it grace,
I call it my spirit, in this place.
A name is just a label, old,
The feeling is true, more than told.

No matter what the words may be,
This inner tune belongs to me.
A quiet strength, a steady hand,
In tune with my spirit, I will stand.