Steady Light. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A whisper soft, against the roar,
A smaller voice, that seeks the shore.
The many move, a restless tide,
Where silent thought is left to hide.

But in the few, a truth takes root,
A single seed, a fragile shoot.
They see a path, unknown, unseen,
Where flocks of thought have rarely been.

The crowd's strong hand, a fleeting show,
Like wind-blown dust, that comes and goes.
But quiet souls, with hearts so clear,
Hold steady light, and banish fear.


T.M.Solvang