Journey – Hazy days

This journey lies before me.

Another day – haze in the distance.

I can not see the mystery,

only dusty ground before me.

Courage – to begin again.

It’s hard to step when I can’t see!

 

This familiar voice, wraps me close.

Such tender tones invite.

Comfort of an old song.

Trembles shake the ground below.

Is it not better to go quietly.

To settle into death’s embrace?

 

This fire that burns within.

Answers my song that swells – hauntingly.

Why does life so call while I still hurt?

Beauty is something deep within.

Echoes! Resonance weaves a carerss.

Someone won’t let me go!

 

This step grinds the dust explosively.

Light erupts from broken foundations.

Journey’s way was formed within a dance!

Rhythm in life opens possibility.

Listening is harder than endless cries.

Whose whisper is so electrifying?

 

This process  just won’t let me go!

The irritating reality of a joy that bubbles up.

Why am I smiling when I should sit and weep?

I’m invaded by Hope; my dance’s surprise.

Goodness flows when I’m in your arms.

Fresh winds clear the haze. I see!

 

This journey, my breathtaking release.

Soaring begins with clarity.

Destiny’s imagination  catalyzes me!

Dusty pathways bloom when it rains.

Colours blossom, creativity is contagious.

Your Life satiates my senses with wonder.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Tumbling words

Shoe shiner comes – desperate in heart,

Poverty’s grip is fierce. Vice’s promise lies so sterile.

Life drags amidst the barrenness -bruised and tattered.

Hope is lost, agony’s torture brings piercing cries.

Why is life so unfair?

 

Heart’s cry rises to form spoken word,

Need is real, eyes always searching.

Family’s lost -who’ll lend a hand to hope?

Words pour on, ears no longer hear!

Stories are old – well rehearsed – yet pain still grips.

True answers now seem rhetoric.

Escape! Can someone make it go away?

So hard to believe change is possible.

I sit in sorrow and share my story – again.

 

Tragedy’s blindness grips with steel

when bitterness becomes my destiny’s friend.

Words run on, eager fingers seek for more.

Yet hearts that listen heal. Quietness steps in by surprise!

In the silence something speaks.

Hope finds voice – a faint song whispers – mysteriously.

Can wisdom ever find a home

when trumpets blare panic’s song so fierce?

 

Still, quiet presence sits with faith softened eyes.

Hope is always heart’s most needed balm.

Presence is more faithful than words.

Sitting still, eyes probe beneath the words.

Gentleness speaks future’s grace! Believing.

Possibility awaits the day when choice once more awakes.

In a moment, frozen dams break wide.

Shifts occur when life seeps in.

Mercy’s caress invites the intimacy of our common bond.

 

Change dances quietly

as awakened grace shifts the tattered frame.

Dead and shattered fragments come together to dream once more.

Life is more than history’s repeated words.

Life is in the offering-

tatters lifted to a shining heart who makes all things new.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Birthday boy

What a wonder it is to stand upon a rural hill,

to see distant jewels shine – a city’s light that sing.

Below and all around, the glow of man’s abode,

And then above the mysteries of night’s fresh face.

 

Singing, celebrating, with friends who’re seen as poor,

I feel intimate and happy honouring a friend’s new year.

People come together, to share life as its lived,

Bound  to love and honour while overcoming fears.

 

Songs are sung for birthday boy, rich food joins the feast,

then erupts the singing for the cake that comes.

Candles burn in a humble home, the floor is only mud.

Yet the Spirit brings a treasure that money cannot buy.

 

Wrapped up in this evening as lightening flashes high,

feeling gentle rain arrive, so warm and innocent!

Coolness settles, day’s heat flees, good conversation’s flowed,

Learning life is blessed with hearts entwine; it’s good when we can love!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Destiny’s throne

Birds song fills the air when light is bright.

Frogs thrum loudly when shadows fall.

Through it all the river runs, within its predetermined course.

Lizards feint and flee the field, when sun’s warmth prompts their moves in day.

Nightfall brings the buzz of beetles as they flirt with beacons in the dark.

All these creatures each have rhythm. The dance of life within their frame.

Flowing – always seeking substance. Function filling destiny’s aim.

 

A world in green is filled with beauty.

Shadowed by a sky so blue.

When the colours shift within it, life displays it’s brilliance born

as the tarnish of destruction steals away some vibrant hue.

In the process of survival, loss bursts forth as stains that roam.

Yet in the midst of struggles failure, something rich still lifts its head.

New growth blossoms, hope emerges, even when the colour’s all are bled.

 

Death and life seem all entangled, collisions forming in a maze.

Still the grace that calls me upward, kisses  barrenness once again.

Process always is unfolding, change is part of this grand play.

Delicacy – it seems so fragile, so at risk of harshness’s roar.

Yet in moments of reflection, I glimpse transformation’s glory.

As this journey is unfolding, life delights to sing its song.

As I learn to dance within it, my destiny’s throne.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Day’s heat

Heat beats down, scorching earth below.

Who would believe that shadows bring such relief?

Sweat trickles slowly down my spine.

Hazy heat wraps me like a shroud.

 

Walking shifts the scene as time slows down.

Many choose to stroll, wiser to the pace of life.

Distance comes towards me through the humid haze.

Trees are such a breath of life to me these days.

 

People here seem quick to smile, eager eyes are seeking peace.

Hearts aren’t frigid, just seeking life, hoping still – in spite of strife.

Lazy conversations flow; laughter flows like sun warmed air.

Breezes stirring, so now must break, this stifling vice of oven heat.

 

Time is gentle, when you stop and see. Life is meeting you and me.

Day’s song builds and then it fades, as night caresses ocean’s breeze.

To adapt to all our phases, never running when its better walked.

Holding hands, slowly learning, dancing through this life we brave.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Living in mystery

Mystery is without.

Unseen yet felt, a hint that breathes a fragrance of possibility. Unknown, yet hauntingly familiar, this tendril calls each one forward. It is an echo of a song that is new, and so I ponder – how can I hope for something that I have not yet known? Yet I do!

Stirrings, that hint of things that are shaking. Imponderables that move with a precision which I can’t define! Force that quiets my heart and yet makes it beat wildly. It clearly is an invitation to each one who has any sense of imagination. Questions in the night!

Sleeping, yet on the verge of wakefulness. Images cascade and grand visions speak portents of destiny – which slowly fade as I awake. Disturbance quivers on the surface of my soul as if brushed by a touch of electricity. I seek, yet I cannot speak!

Confidence – courage leaping as if a trout out of water; explosive in it’s expression! Where did that come from? Out of the depths, unusual images that impinge on mundane circumstances. Familiarity shifts, momentary fractals appear in my reality. Why now?

A greater reality sits behind. I run and yet I hope I am found! Purpose chases me and I myself seek answers to enigmas within my being. Fountains hint at vitality that should be, but somehow fades! The mystique of an essence trapped within yet waiting to kiss my future.

Mystery is within.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Transitions

Every time I move across a cultural divide, I am shocked by the adjustment I have to make. Since I am repeatedly traveling back and forth between Canada and Honduras, I would think I would get used to it! Yet, I still find it a surprising shift.

I find I am comfortable in both cultures. I just live with different priorities and perspectives in each one! When I settle into Latin America, I slow down. I open up my being – to people’s eyes and hearts. People are expressive and willing to meet me with open eyes. I must unlearn my more guarded instincts that come from the busyness of our first world approach to life. I leave behind the guarded expectation of distrust and find I must actually step out into the embrace of people who are more willing to smile, to acknowledge lack and need, to give a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek.

Vulnerability is a tDSCN1906reasure that we have exploited in our western agenda driven world. Vulnerability is valued in a different way in other cultures. All people guard themselves – it is part of human instinct. We have all been injured – in fact, repeatedly through life. Latin culture with it’s focus on emotional expression, gives people a deeper instinctive set of tools to read and mesh with those who live transparently and offer safety to a wounded heart. This set of tools is a gift to those who learn to walk in vulnerability through a broken world. I have much to learn from this culture!
So i find myself shifting gears. I find my antenna tuned differently. I find my heart engaging in a different way with my spirit. A fresh breath reaches out to caress my soul. I quiet myself to a new round of learning.

Author – Bill Tidsbury