Are there limitations set
For life lived in a dream world
Of holes and trolls
Of dashing prince
And hap’ly ever after?
Do wishes just evaporate
Like mist before the sunlight
The good the bad
The happy, sad
The Narnia and the Shire
Is everything nonsensical
Or is there form and rhythm
A grief observed
To some absurd
A paradise and heaven
Does Sleeping Beauty ever wake
Rapunzel grow her hair
Is all in vain
And hope insane
The Happy Prince and Swallow
I was a child
I am a child
My faith is ever childlike
And Grimm and Christian Anderson
Still influence my dreamlife
They did not ask – it was their task
To ride into the valley
The Clay is mute
The Potter wise
The Maker is the Master
Are prayers of any consequence
Are spoken words unheard
The breaking heart
Soul torn apart
Ours not to reason why
But Jesus is no fairy tale
The cross is not a fable
The body broken
Flowing blood
His love revealed in sorrow
Though hopes and dreams
My childish schemes
Are dashed when I awaken
I know in whom I have believed
And therefore, am not shaken
© Johannes W. H. van der Bijl 2020
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