Open windows

eyes, those of a child full of life, those of the poor so enduring.

those who sorrow pouring streams, those who’re merry, leak so cheery!

eyes that speak of what’s inside, tell us clearly we must not hide.

 

eyes that sparkle speak of life,

eyes that sing while glistening.

eyes that give and then caress,

leap igniting hope so sweet.

eyes that kiss are ohh most rare!

 

eyes so vacant seem so blind

eyes that need and then connive.

Always desperate so intent

shift to rob and then to hide

eyes that die while still alive.

 

eyes, they reap from what’s within.

eyes, they rouse up dreams galore.

I live life and really give

living laughter through my gaze.

eyes, they share what I will dare!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Hope’s eyes

The consternation of a father,

as a precious child cries,

its power evokes the heavens,

as he seeks to turn the tide,

and in the dungeons of his heart,

a prisoner groans,

remembering days now past,

when pain became his home.

 

The fears that ply a mother’s soul,

as hungry toddlers ask her “why”.

She has no job that brings the dough,

and so hates her life also.

The future looms with horror’s mist,

which thickens slow and grey,

then devours greedily

as silence weeps her tears.

 

And while I seek, so weak and small,

to change this moment’s need.

I come with little in my hand ,

but eyes that see a God that breathes.

Then in this nexus peace is born,

as hope’s eyes sparkle with surprise

while arms of grace so wise

heal hearts with bread that’s real.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What plight

Locked within my known shores,

I look with wonder as others soar.

I would so love to fly up free,

while holding tight to this my way.

 

The blue of skies can be so pure,

It’s shocking really first to see.

The shock soon fades with eyes shut tight –

I can not leave my known shores.

 

A voice still whispers that I might

arise so free, and then take flight.

There’s something deep that reaches out,

I squeeze it hard in case it shouts.

 

I choose to live with silenced heart,

it’s safe to dwell on barren shores.

I cannot frame a different form,

than one with wings so weak and shorn.

 

Persistent still the voice calls out.

Reminding me of blue skies bright.

I wonder if some other day,

I might leap up and leave my plight?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Passion

Proud of my inspirational daughter!!

Daughter Becomes Mother

I have really struggled with what people think of me. My whole life I have always tried to please others, to make myself into what I think others want me to be, never truly being myself. In doing that over so many years I have lost who I am, the things that make me tick, and the things I am passionate about.

Fast forward to almost 32 years old and I have given up. I have moved so many times in my life, with so many lost friendships because I didn’t know how to maintain contact. But what I have found is myself. I have found passion. I have found things that I am truly interested in!
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I now crochet! I love it, and have taught myself for a while now! I have so many patterns printed and saved! So many Skeins of yarn ready and waiting for the next…

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Fresh surprises

Frogs that croak and echo loudly,

such a raucous trumpet noise,

in the evening as the breeze soothes –

reflection’s time to be alive.

 

Crickets singing, chorus playing,

Fills the air as mosquitos buzz,

Trees that rustle, whispering sweetly,

bringing evening’s fresh surprises.

 

Peace envelopes, spirit dances,

as quiet pirouettes to please.

Life bubbles up releasing stresses

as mystery sings hope’s pregnant change.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Reaching beyond

I love you, my precious winsome one. You are the wind that flows over my world, shaping the trees, shaking the leaves, caressing the grasses, battering the ridge rocks, and moving the clouds.

You are my sun, warming my back, lighting my day, causing life to flourish and warming the cold things to become updrafts to your glory. You are the essence of the vastness of the world from a mountaintop. You stitch my horizons and seal me under the canopy of heaven.

You are the delight of life and the curiosity in a wondering eye, the tenderness of a love expressed, the joy of abandonment, the laughter of freedom, the bubble of surprise, and the steady hand of comfort.

You are mine and I am yours. I choose to live in that place, that moment of being yours!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

( An excerpt from my journals – seeking to express the felt connection  to the spiritual reality of the vastness of that being who exists outside of my natural world and lives in spirit.)