My Spirit's Answer Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Four hundred days I had to run,
Beneath the shadows and the sun.
I spun the world and made it fly,
While you could only watch and sigh.

I made the minutes heavy clay,
To stretch the lonely night and day.
I watched you fight the phantom ghost,
When you were wearying the most.

I brought the green, I brought the spring,
To see what healing you could bring.
I watched the muscle and the mind,
Leave all the darkness far behind.

Then winter slipped into my hand,
To freeze the breath across the land.
I brought the sickness to your door,
To test the strength you had in store.

But though I rule the clock and sky,
I cannot make your spirit die.
You stand against my ticking wheel,
With promises of iron steel.