The Purpose Of The Shadow Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When days are dark and pain is deep,
And strength you try so hard to keep,
You ask the sky, 'Why must this be?
What is the point for someone like me? '

If life's a struggle, hard and long,
Where do we find the right from wrong?
And God above, what is His plan,
When suffering touches every man?

Perhaps this world is not as meant,
With brokenness and days misspent.
A world that's changed, not as it should,
Where shadows fall and life's not good.

Or maybe pain can make us grow,
Like seeds that push through earth below.
To teach us patience, strong and true,
And build a spirit, fresh and new.

When we are weak, we reach for more,
A hand to hold, a love to soar.
We turn to God, in deepest need,
And find He answers every plea.

This life is brief, a passing show,
Compared to where our souls will go.
A place of peace, where tears all cease,
A gentle, everlasting ease.

And He who walked this earth in pain,
Felt every sorrow, felt each strain.
He knows your hurt, He understands,
He holds you close within His hands.

Or maybe meaning is our own,
In kindness sown, in seeds we've thrown.
In helping others, big or small,
Our actions echo, stand up tall.

In simple joys, a gentle breeze,
A quiet moment, finding ease.
A friendly word, a warming light,
Can make the darkest moments bright.