Impassioned desire stands yearning at the door. Fingers reaching through, anointing dripping off His finger tips. The fragrance fills the room and stirs His sleeping bride. Dreams stir and her heart arises. She knows that fragrance even in her sleep. Her face smiles and her breath settles – still she sleeps. His hand upon the door; He gently rattles it. He whispers her name – it settles in the room. His call is gentle as His heart.

His longing could shake the mountains loose; His yearning so powerful, the oceans would not fill the place that only one look from His bride could fill. He waits – the door is locked within.

She stirs; fresh fragrance fills the room as His hand reaches through. Fragrance envelopes wisps of the hair He’s touched so gently. Delight fills His heart in just the touch of her hair!

She wakens and stretches, smiling sweetly at her dreams. They are so pleasant – if only He would come! She looks out on her world through her door and smells fragrance as her hair brushes her face.

Where did that sweet smell come from?

Author – Bill Tidsbury


When Foundations shake

I have noted a curiosity,  frequently, what I say I desire as God’s child, actually involves moments that bring me to the brink of terror. I can not go anywhere in the realm of the Spirit, if I am unwilling to let go of the shores of my known reality and be cast adrift in the ocean of your uncertainty.

Your uncertainty only appears to be something that shifts because it is cast against  the reality of your amazing grandeur. As I step into the unshakeable realities that frame your Life and substance, I find that I have stepped out of my own skin, and, for the first time see with insight and depth. My world had appeared so colourful previously. Now, it suddenly shifts and is written into the background of shadows and the immense possibilities that had only been hinted at in my dreams. Who I am meant to be, takes on a vitality and lightening like advancement that can quickly overwhelm my senses. My confusion can quickly cause me to stumble and collapse with a dis-orienting loss of balance. The familiar has been superseded by an astounding array of infinite potential and delight. Every where I look, opens a cascade, a kaleidoscope of ever increasing glory that astounds me with who I know I am meant to be. The shock is that I had believed I would forever be estranged from any hint of this heart enhancing reality. I see the beauty of the creator, the wonder of Jesus reflected in my very own destiny and future.

I have a moment of radical encounter.

Can I draw this immensity into my conscious normalcy of everyday dialogue within myself? Can I allow a depth of Hope, never before breathed on, emerge out of the shores of mystery? Can I risk the dissolution of myself as I have so comfortably known? Can I aspire to be more than I have hoped for? Can I believe and live with the shaking of my reality?

I must step in or violently withdraw.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Summer’s tendrils


Rainbow’s flourish

Disappearing into snow.

Valley’s warmth brings rain

Yet mountain’s presence holds winter.

Summer’s tendrils intrude through valley bottoms

Promising spring’s run off will surely come.

Sunshine’s finger strokes snow and rain.

Rain’s rainbow meets snow’s purity.

Both declare light’s majesty.

Nature’s silent symphony.

Spring’s return!


Author – Bill Tidsbury

Shiver suddenly

Choices that frame decisions;

Possibilities buried in time,

Life events that unfold meaning,

Hope’s desires that suddenly rise.

When we are open and seeking your wisdom,

When the light shines full on our face,

Then we quietly settle in knowing ,

The wonder and presence of infinite grace.


Often I wonder seeking solutions,

glimpses of things only you alone know,

I ponder and wrestle with finite confusions,

While echoes of mystery stir at my soul.

It is then in the quiet that whispers overtake me

I suddenly shiver and instantly know —

Things vast beyond measure now comfort my soul.


Why then is mystery so inarticulate and aching,

Why then does silence so trouble my soul?

Why does the conflict of longing and yearning,

stir tumult and searchings inside of my dreams?

I’m needing a grasp of your presence and glory,

I’m unwilling to stay anywhere without more,

I’m willing to wander in search of a blessing

That only comes when you rip open the floor.


So yearning meets promise and laughter’s the child,

The intimacy flows from a peace that is real.

I covet those moments when life lines are shorn

Of all the veneers and the trappings of form.

I know that I journey in tandem with you Lord,

The path way is clearer than I care to believe

A moment is coming when instant is famous,

Where substance and life will no longer be bored!

Author – Bill Tidsbury


When things explode, the world suddenly loses its consistency. Relationships get fractured. Things get tested and hearts get revealed. Assumptions are frequently proven faulty. Realities can be a little sobering. Relationships are amazingly tenuous and fragile, even ephemeral!

When things unwind, things that are solid remain. As much as I would prefer to keep the comfort of my desired perceptions, there is grace in being stripped down to the essentials.

I do know that I have set myself a direction of seeking the Lord’s face no matter the cost. The journey of passion invites me to live “out loud”. It asks me to live outside of my management.

Sometimes, the journey seems dis-jointed and unclear in terms of cause and effect. One thing I do know, is that Jesus Christ comes closest when we are most vulnerable. It is when I am vulnerable that I most have the opportunity to choose transparency so that I may learn to trust in His grace, not my strength. Life in the face of God is good, but full of a brokenness, that if permitted, can bring glorious revelation. What price am I willing to pay?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life and light through a keyhole

Your call is so incessant – your cries seem to shake the very foundations of the earth. Yet, Life in humanity’s hectic sea seems to plunge on heedlessly with little apparent regard for the echoes that resound.

What causes the deafness to your voice? Why do we seem to find it so easy to crash through the invitations of your love, to carry on with our hopeless distractions?

It is like the tossing waves of the sea. They are incessant and crash restlessly against the rock, simply to surge back again and again. Repetition that is noisy and predictable.

What creates a pause in people’s lives to let in the sound of heaven?

What can stop the fear long enough for the grace of peace to open a door to a new reality?

People hurt and people hide. It is the norm of life.

People peek out, rarely feeling safe, hoping for a breath of something with life. Caution is the watch word of one who is broken. Walls are the offering of choice to dangerous strangers – and most  are dangerous strangers – even many who we are familiar with.

So grace stands alone with out stretched arms and solitary silent cries lie hidden in the recesses of caves – wishing for an encounter that would breathe vitality.

Daddy God, so many of your children live with light streaming in through the keyhole of a door that has been given us in you, Jesus. We delight ourselves with that glorious light that is streaming into our darkness through the marvellous keyhole. We fail to realize that the keyhole is intended to accept a key to throw open the door that the Prince of Life might come in and give full illumination. But that would shake our world and expectations too much.

And Love does not cross boundaries! Love yearns and offers Hope and Life. Love wills that some response, somewhere, would activate a flood. And so Love waits. Love waits for the one to respond. Love lovingly looks for the glimmers and stirrings of curiosity that will stir the frightened child out of their cave to seek the wonder of Heaven – today.

I want to live fully alive. I want to glow with light transcendent. I am committed to walking out of the cell and racing into the light of your presence – today – here and now. I really can’t countenance not living alive. If I can’t be fully alive right in the midst of my now, then I must run somewhere, with someone until somehow I can not stop glowing! Life is too precious  to be wasted gathering encumbrances. We each have our weaknesses that draw us down into mediocrity. The tantalizing prospect of something better – tomorrow. Not NOW.

And so Life calls – and so few answer – waiting for a better offer that will never come.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Children in joy

Children of joy, rising high into freedom

Laughter’s creative shout opening life.

Blessing with heritage, centred in love,

Imagination’s firefly’s soaring flight.


Daughters with hope, leaping high in affirmation

Nothing’s impossible now with my song.

Finding these eyes, that twinkle in memory,

Heritage joining hands, setting me free!


Sons with great strength, so valiant in purpose

Rescuing the needy ,who’re desperate for knights.

Eyes fierce with danger, sword drawn in splendour

Play’s purpose calling Life’s light to defend.


Places that form you, grief that is borne,

Changes and moulds tender hearts that do mourn.

Hope’s inspiration in child’s abandon,

Lifts destiny’s clarion and breathes life into song.


Together with children we breathe in our joy,

Mercy is calling and painting new doors.

Invited to join in with others who wonder,

It’s time to two step life’s bubbling jig!

Author – Bill Tidsbury