Personal Faith Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Not quite like others, I start and cease,
A gentle heart, seeking inner peace.
Though church bells chime a distant song,
My childhood faith still makes me strong.

Each soul I meet, a different hue,
Respected, loved, and shining through.
No matter name, or how they pray,
We share the sun of every day.

In nature's arms, we find our worth,
One single seed on this vast earth.
A whispered name, a higher power,
In every leaf, in every flower.


T.M.Solvang