Myths Or Miracles Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The door is open, step inside,
Do as told, where truth may hide.
Shake a hand, a whispered plea,
'Forgive me, ' sets your spirit free.

But what of hurts, the pain you gave?
Does silence mend a broken wave?
Sit in circles, tales unfold,
Mistakes confessed, both new and old.

And in that space, a slate wiped clean,
A burden lifted, yet unseen.
We crave the myth, the magic touch,
Our minds so bendable, oh so much.

A simple code, a hopeful lie,
To ease the fear before we die.
A curious thing, this human heart,
A primitive and fragile art.