I’m possible (impossible)

Wandering echoes within my heart, sure seem to hint at things that aren’t. Yet as I meander on the beach, I sense the waves and feel the heat. The smooth and gentle motion flows between my senses and then slowly goes,  to a hidden place, lost and faintly felt; to nether realms where they simply melt.

Yet though unseen, unfelt, and flown, they hint at more of me I wish I’d known. At times I wake as if from dreams, quite sure I’ve tasted of something keen. But no, on waking as I look about, I’m still within the same old boat. A tear leeks out on the worst of days, I had so hoped, I wasn’t in some daze!

And yet, one word when spoken with light, can come along and twist this plight. This word that glows and brings sparkle’s reign, burrows deep within my dreary plain. It stirs up something within the maze and suddenly the ground is crazed.  Momentary shift, with laughter brimming , I’m curious now – “Where have you been hiding!”

When mystery rises, and pressure roars, from deep within my unknown shores, I must decide and dare to breathe; I leap and move, though sure I can’t leave. Within this tension, I’m caught in worry, between a  past that smothers and new hope’s full story. There’s passion soaring yet fears start roaming, I feel choked and frozen – but hah!!- something is growing!

The moment explodes, and now I know,

I can step away (and be safe today)

– or –

I forget my grief and feel the flow,

I follow the dance, I sparkle with joy. It’s when I know fear’s only a ploy. So I break with shame and find my life, I fly up high when I’m not in strife.  I shatter the stillness of death’s embrace, and open my heart to Your hidden face.

I dance with You, all my answers are gone! And yet i’m sure, that I’m known and found. A waltz invites, creativity cascades. Multivariate universes just seem to rave! What I knew of me, seems now so faint, and I wonder how I could have been so quaint! I’m possible, engaging, I’m stepping free, my song’s a delight when sung with glee!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Tea time

Tea to drink, is somewhat tart, unless with honey you intervene,

but oh the joy when someone brings, a little pastry that’s munched upon.

 

Our cups are full while feeling warm, Spring sunshine loosens memory’s flow,

As soft eyes listen and then recall, laughter’s echo from tales fresh spun.

 

And then the tea no longer steams, as conversation lags, yet fragrance lingers on ,

A moment shared and built upon, is why good friendships fuel dreams.

 

As time’s decline brings shadows fall, cold shiver’s prompt is understood.

The vital link is now renewed- as mundane events move us on.

 

And yet there’s still, the sweet remembered warmth of eyes that speak –

“You have a place within my heart”  -and will be safe and carried far – as life goes on.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirit connections

Paths of light radiate in streaming fluid fire- liquid gold – Incandescent journeys through to destiny!

Light calls forth light. Glory splashes and dazzles glory. The yearning harmonies of light inviting the dance of lightness – opening childlike delight and laughter. A heart melded into symphony with Immanuel.

This is the Father’s invitation to join Him within. Intimacy, in the midst of fire! Present within a vaulted cathedral – expansive sapphire blue – harmonies coalescing into substance. Inheritance crystallized on the tendrils of faithful love – gently offered – lifted high and returning heavy with the dew of Heaven that shatters dark earthen barrenness. Life opens into the infinity of magnificent Hope.

Life of the Lover! Joy of the captivated!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strong yet quaking

to expect, to hope, to be, to see.

i lose this all when I seem to freeze.

What “is” just seems to fade,

what “will be” then seems to rage.

Alone, uncertain – what i need is you!

Strong arms, quiet comfort,

feeling ease in spite of noise.

I know, I’m strong, that is so true;

Still here i quake!

What went wrong?

Where’s is the knave betrayal’s face has shamed?

Still in the silence,

once again I hear a song.

The song that swings my heart aloft;

that breaks again horizon’s line.

I’m free! Together with you – I am me!

To be, to see, I expect in hope.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Invitations

So…. I stand on the shore of your sunshine. I look into beauty that is bright. I hear the moment of your coming, and blossom with wonder and delight. I’m invited without limits into greatness, the brush and roaring thunder of your renown. I pause at times upon the threshold ….. balanced in this moment of a heartbeat. I cannot fall back into comfort… I feel the furious stretching of resolve. I rest within the embrace of your abandon and begin living in a song I cannot sing!
The melody is vast and all expansive, the depths vibrate more than earth’s travail, the glorious exclamations pierce the heavens, and so my being creates art — with delightful laughter left in hungry hearts now fed!
Author – Bill Tidsbury

Children at play

Auburn mantle, flying in the breeze, imagination sparkles as delight unfolds.

Wonderful ballads acted out with glee, as children’s delight transforms a curb side sea.

City’s busy residential maze,opens with magic, as wings spread wide,

Siblings laughter and mighty glorious roars, announce with joy, that mighty fear’s been  neatly fried!

Monsters rage as mighty champions roam, flying high in victory’s endless song,

Tender hearts sharing, learning life’s routines – shaping focus through experimental scenes.

Wandering back slowly, home’s warmth ahead, stomach’s grumble shouting, “time to eat now!”

Hands held close – companionship’s supreme. Hearts sharing victory, make dancing dreams leap free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Rapid Transit

Eyes,

looking down;

nervous they might see,

something

in someone’s eyes.

Crowds,

flowing busily.

I hurry to go faster,

maybe,

I’ll miss something.

Smiles,

Flash mysteriously.

Messages in headphones,

speak

reassurance now.

Life,

in cocoons.

Safety exists within.

Alone,

yet still afraid!

Eyes,

meeting others.

Hoping to find a smile!

Joy,

comes in living!

Author – Bill Tidsbury