Sharing the wealth

It is difficult , if not impossible to live wisely when we have been blessed with riches of any kind. This applies as much as to the riches of family connectedness and friendships as to things like wealth, comfort or other material things.

When we become rich, we commonly blind ourselves to our own empowerment and believe that we have received something readily available to all. We blame others who do not have, for their perceived failure in not taking hold of that which we so easily grasped.

We fail to recognize that our great wealth is itself part of their problem!!

We live in a world where things are not distributed evenly to all. What a surprise! Yet, it is so obvious in our world. Nature is framed around areas of need/scarcity and areas of superabundance.  This relates to any resource. Water – there are deserts and there are rainforests. There are areas of rich farmland and areas of barren rock. There are place of warmth and places of cold. We live in the midst of diversity.

The world of humanity is also constructed in a similar vein. We know people who are gifted in music, and those who are tone deaf! We have people who are emotionally intuitive and those who are baffled by emotions. We see people who make wealth easily and we have people who struggle to sell their produce. We are impressed by people who are great leaders and motivators and wonder about those who sit in quiet meditation contemplating mathematical secrets. All  rich in their own unique way and generally, all unable to comprehend the incapacity of others to move so easily in what is their own area of strength.

Our riches are given to each of us as a gift to be shared!

The world is created as a context for building interdependence. We learn of the beauty of our differences by contributing our giftedness, our wealth that comes so easily to ourselves, as a generous outflow to those around us. They need the very thing we take for granted in our own internal world.

Yet, our brokenness, causes us to look with suspicion on others who are different from ourselves. We live as orphans. We live as strangers within castles built on fears. We peer at each other and hoard our riches in case of some great scarcity that may arise in an emergency in the future. All the while, creating the emergency, as we starve each other of the needed interdependence that would cause all our lives to flourish.

We hide, and protect ourselves and slowly starve ourselves and our world, all the while blaming the others for not having the wonderful wealth that I have stashed so carefully in my own castle. I blame them for seeking this wealth from me, the one who hoards what came so easily in a world of want. And I silently cry at night for the desperate starving in my soul that hungers for that which dwells within another castle – separated from my heart by walls.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Humility is life

Humility,

she walked in!

She was so bright and full of life.

I gasped!

Intrigued,

I sidled up

to know this wonder of delight.

She spoke!

Bewitched,

I stood transfixed.

She spoke of life lived differently.

I hurt!

Confused,

I saw my life anew.

The trampled flowers from my feet –

I unaware!

Embraced,

I felt her breath!

The sweetest kiss of grace,

she gave!

Refreshed,

I turned away!

Expecting her to follow me.

She didn’t!

Amused,

I thought her fickle.

But I had left her crying!

I’m blind.

Humility,

she came again.

She whispered and she sang.

I heard.

Challenged,

I see my need.

I can not walk alone without her heart.

She’s life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Whose choice

Choices tickle,

choices form,

in the middle

of forest’s gloom.

 

Instinct rises,

instinct sears,

when my urges

have no room.

 

Fire devours,

fire reveals,

all that’s precious

as they’re burned.

 

Ashes stink;

ashes flee!

Winds that howl

tear all I’ve learned.

 

Memory cries;

memory sighs!

When all I know

disappears in fog.

 

Journey grows;

journey flows!

Along the path

I find a log!

 

Prince arises;

prince appears!

Another’s choice

opened up this frog!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Leaving fear

When God seems distant and unaware,

when forces surge and tempers flare,

when all is dark and dread draws near,

what can make the heart not fear?

 

If Spirit laughs and then appears

transcending time as vision clears,

if mirth erupts and eyes are bright,

how does the shift dispel my fright?

 

How does my heart walk in between,

the dark of night and joy unseen?

How do I balance in the yearning

of things I hope for and yet not being?

 

When I stumble and seem to fall.

All is lost – and yet not at all.

For in that shock I left my fear.

I found that hope became my seer!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Silky threads

Spider’s silky thread,

so tenuous at its best,

forms a gleam of silver

in the light of day.

What can seem so pretty,

harbours hidden risk,

for small and fragile beings,

who venture unaware.

 

Beings, big and clumsy,

stride with confidence.

Shatter threads of silver-

surprising irritants!

When two worlds connecting

are in conflict sure,

’tis the the one most forceful

dominates what’s pure.

 

Whether small or looming,

beings wander by.

Some are caught in conflict,

others brush on by.

In the press of living,

ignoring racket’s blare,

I see only beauty

and guard the things most rare.

Author- Bill Tidsbury

Cacerola

Pots clanging.

A noise resounds!

People roaring

detained within bounds.

Resistance uttered

Voicelessly!

 

Hope in conflict.

Please – someone hear!

Violence taunts

their every fear.

What haunts this night scene

recklessly?

 

Who will hear,

the plea that cries?

Why does apathy

grow like disease,

within many hearts

watching TV?

 

Pots clanging.

Silence isn’t golden!

Compassion unites

souls that awaken.

Unity soothes wounds –

gloriously!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Observations – Honduras in turmoil

Uncertainties bring unease,

often transforming into disease!

Broken trust is a tear,

only bringing things that scare.

Shattered hope dies with a scream

and darkness rapes like some fierce dream.

So a hurting, broken place

can no longer find its face.

 

Soundless pain erupts in flame.

fear prowls round not feeling shame.

Violence blossoms with load roars,

and tears apart the fancy stores.

People weeping from the gases,

strewn to quell the rising masses,

that have boiled out in frenzy,

to decry those having plenty.

 

Time stands still, stop the mayhem!

Hold your breath, then start to breathe.

Justice needs a veteran army,

those, the willing to simply be –

hearts unshaken, hands united,

seeking legacy that has been freed.

Future’s vision calls a people-

“grasp ahold of  something simple-

 

We need each other – you and I!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury