Selfish Needs Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The world spins on, a joyful sight,
With or without my guiding light.
The sun still climbs, the river flows,
Even if me and my small self goes.

A quiet peace, a gentle sigh,
Things flourish as the moments fly.
No need to push, no need to hold,
A story waiting to unfold.

A power greater, vast and deep,
Secrets the waking world does keep.
A loving presence, soft and true,
Beyond what I can see or do.

This feeling now, of being apart,
From every loving, kindred heart,
And from the Source, so far above,
Will fade away in perfect love.

Until that day, I'll trust and pray,
Faith lights the center of my way.
No longer trapped, a lonely quest,
From selfish needs, I find my rest.

T.M.Solvang