No Chain Is Stronger Than Its Weakest Link Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The grand design is bold and bright,
A vision framed in golden light.
But castles built on sand will fall,
If cracks are left within the wall.

The bridge that spans the mighty bay,
Must hold the weight of night and day.
Yet one small bolt, worn thin by strain,
Brings down the span in wind and rain.

The fortress locked with keys of steel,
Must guard against the threats we feel.
But one quick click, one careless choice,
Gives silent ghosts a sudden voice.

The surgeon saves with steady hand,
The finest skill within the land.
But tiny germs, unseen and small,
Can bring about the final fall.

To lead is hard, the path is wide,
With two competing truths inside.
Too deep in weeds, the path is lost,
Too high in clouds, you pay the cost.

So keep your eyes upon the height,
To guide the way with steady light,
But learn to zoom into the base,
And check the details in their place.