The flame of trust

To trust without a guarded heart,

helps me to see beyond my fears.

There is a path of freedom here.

If only you show the way!

 

To hope that you can show me how,

releases grace to trust somehow.

Yet in the quiet, behind the walls,

I still do shiver in dread.

 

Who do I face when I cannot trust?

What is the force that blinds my eye?

Why do the chains so pull me near,

to that which thrives on fear?

 

And yet the flame of trust does burn,

and as it burns it clears my head.

I see again what beauty is,

And see my world – arisen from the dead.

 

The mystery of a fearless life,

is like a beacon on a storm tossed sea.

It pulls me in and guides me true,

To soar above and enjoy the view.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Thunder’s forecast

I was walking home in the rain last night -without an umbrella – and in the dark, with no flashlight. The power was off in the neighbourhood! I was able to just focus on  the beautiful gentle warm sprinkle that was kissing me.

Yet, as I walked I became surrounded by the flash of lightening; they were huge glistening bolts that shattered the sky. The thunder in warm tropical air is something to experience. It rumbles and shakes your soul and feels like the whole sky is being torn apart. The evening became filled with those searing moments, when every detail of each tiny pebble on the road ahead was laid bare – yet for just that fractional second before the thundering rumble of the drum from heaven beat down upon the earth. The storm seemed to be around me, upon me and within me! It was amazing.

And still, each step I took was within the tranquility of a gently falling rain. A drizzle – so at odds with the storm above.

Sometimes – Life seems like that!

I have to choose – what details will I attend to?

Will I panic at the sense of something scarier possibly coming –

 -and miss the moment of grace I am actually in?

The storm never did become the torrent that the thunder and lightening foretold!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Grace whispers

Quiet!

Sensing stillness.

Grace whispers gently.

Clamouring expectations left behind.

Accepting my choices for today.

Passing through quiet’s portal to presence.

Lingering fog of bleakness – doubting Jesus’s passion.

My chosen path embraces life’s mysteries.

Stepping into faith with longing.

Committed to transparent vitality.

Spirit’s welcome presence.

He caresses!

 Anchored.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Daring to live

One man lies , another man dies, fear’s breaking of trust’s fine thread.

A lie leaps from panic, it’s promise to hide, as deadly as ocean’s riptide.

 

A woman weeps and a man just sleeps, sampling their pain as they run.

We seek some release, while choked by despair, dying as we bounce downstairs.

 

A mother awakes, a baby partakes – its part of life without sleep!

A sacrifice lived, a love framed in flesh, breathes sparks that friends can nourish.

 

A boy lifts a hand, a girl takes a stand, it’s courage that makes us aware.

We feel the heroic, the craziness flowing, when hope sees love’s eyes glowing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strewn jewels

Pieces.

Strewn jewels-

light’s scattered sparkle!

Hidden patterns!  Unconscious awareness!

Groping hands seek fallen diamonds.

Collecting your soul is never easy.

Grace’s anointing transforms healing’s process into beauty.

Patience’s song sings quietly in counterpoint.

Believing to rest requires immanence.

Soul’s desire meeting hope.

Gentleness grasps me!

Face down.

Promise!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Storms

“What is rest?” I asked.

I heard no voice as my mind raced seeking answers!

“How do I still my mind?” I asked.

I had no peace as I wrestled to be still!

“How can I find peace?” I cried.

I found fear as my storm of despair raged wild!

Undone, I turned from deep within, to sense the storm I could not fight.

A voice said – “I am here! Peace – be still!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Fireflies and Romance

Fireflies in the dark, small beacons of light. They seem so relaxed as they move in the night.

Stars up above, glow down below, the night just feels right with these companions in tow.

Stillness wraps snugly as fragrance wafts silkily, peace sings softly as leaves sway the trees.

Insights like sprinkles that freshen my face, breathe coolness of life to revive what’s displaced.

Quiet awakes memories that rise from the depths, reminding of blessings filled with His breath.

Peace is my anchor and trust is the clasp that holds my whole heart in the folds of romance.

Author – Bill Tidsbury