The Creator Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Creator

A spark, a breath, unseen, unheard.
A gentle hum, a whispered word.
It lives inside, a silent guide.
Where love and peace and truth reside.

It feels the sun, it feels the rain.
It knows all joy, it knows all pain.
A piece of all, so grand and deep.
Secrets it holds, promises to keep.

No shape it has, no form to hold.
More precious far than finest gold.
It is the light, the hidden fire.
Our deepest hope, our soul's desire.