Open Eyes Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The world feels sharp, a prickly place,
Where shadows dance and steal our grace.
Some hide away, turn off the light,
Hoping the darkness will fade out of sight.

But how can closed eyes bring any peace?
When sorrow and sad songs will never cease.
We must not shrink, but stand up tall,
And answer together when the lost ones call.

Though fear may whisper, soft and low,
Our voices will join, and will better grow.
For in this sandbox, shared by us all,
We'll rise together, if or when we fall.

So let us speak, with hearts so true,
And rebuild a world, both bright and new.
With open eyes, and hands that mend,
A better story, and a happier end.

T.M.Solvang