Dreams of the Forgotten Boy

If this tomb could reveal
its secrets
and this stone be rolled away
I wonder, what 
would they disclose
warily, almost distrustful
of my open hands.
 
What boyish dreams must lay here,
long buried 
behind this formidable wall!
Visions which life
has granted, or indifferently
denied.
 
This much I know,
dreams never truly die.
And so if a single
dream
could slip through
your suffocating pain
I wonder,  what
would it say?

Harbor

O my soul never forget!
He is real and alive and
strong, more willing to help you
than your mortal mind can fathom.
When you sleep, child
do you fear for the morning
as though it will not come, or
that maybe - you will not awaken?
 
Then let your soul rest
with such assurance and more,
for you can trust Him.
Your God is well able
to guide your little ship into harbor.
Indeed, He has done this
all along.

Words, Part 2

 So… you like it do you? This
“Jeg er glad i deg.”
Well it’s true.
I am glad in you, yes
I delight in you, My quiet child.
You are the one who I sing over,
rejoicing.
Your trembling form I cradle
in My hands -  do you not know dear,
they are as gentle as they are strong?
Let My song be your lullaby
and My arms your resting place this night,
and even now
you may have perfect peace.