Breath of Life

Waiting-

peaceful,-quiet –

His presence fills.

Deep breath; sweet intimacy-

I am yours, you’re mine.

Out of rest speaks quiet joy.

Fullness of God; grace given; thirst quenched.

Looking outwards, new days open door.

Breath of Life. Grace shared!

Living vitality, sparkling eyes,

dancing with curiosity!

Touching hearts.

Present!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Feeling hopeful

Children racing, small ones learning, it all becomes a merry whirl.

Life is lived at pace unheard of, in the great big adult world.

When you focus on the brilliance, wonder slides on like a glove,

you can find the hours fleeing as you fill your day in love.

 

When we think of things that drain us, when we ponder on how life whirls,

we so quickly sense the horror, lurking, drawing us down in swirls.

When I tire, and feel unfocused; when I yearn for life that glows,

that is when I need awaking- “Save me from this icy floe!”

 

When the day ends, children mellow, when the energy’s all been spent.

They will look at you with wonder, snuggle up to know they’re loved.

They are hopeful, they are resting, knowing certain that you will tend,

all their treasures ’til the morrow,when this night comes to an end.

 

So again, I’m feeling hopeful, that each day will greet the sun.

I will greet the joy of living, in the dance with youth who hum.

I can spend without despairing,  that my heart will turn to dust.

You’re the one who holds me dearly as  I settle into trust.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey on

The urge to scatter

is childish most sure.

It grasps the useful

then throws it out the door.

 

The call to gather

is harder to discern,

It bends my heart

to listen and to learn.

 

To choose direction

is often done in fear.

It makes me leap

with no sense of disaster!

 

To journey on

is life that lives to gather.

It tames the fear

and courage grants me laughter.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Thunder’s pulse

At times the pull of thunder’s pulse,

can shake the senses with its surge.

Wonders splashed with colours true

seem so blinding to  eyes still new,

and all around the surge of grace

dampens breath as hush takes shape

and makes the air as thick as ocean’s blue.

These times are real and open vistas pure

that say I really am alive with You.

 

At times the crazy way that people talk,

fills up my head with words of fluff.

The chatter and the busyness seems

designed to say life’s only memes!

The crazy way that movies plot

and then the games that leap and cheer,

all call my senses to deny

that peace exists and love is nigh.

The noise betrays my anxious heart

as things shriek out – “You’re never part!”

 

When suddenly, I find a  moment pure,

when in an instant bright eyes smile.

They speak of life and mystery’s glee,

enveloping me with their soul’s delight.

Anew I see, that  life is bright when hearts are free.

A child imagines, and young man grins,

the beauty invites the best of me

and all is right when dreams can be.

 

And in these eyes, I hear the vibe ,

of thunder’s roar that was outside.

The grace that drives that awesome rumble,

is the same face that sees through eyes.

I twist and see a shift in space,

to really see and not erase,

to open up to treasure’s joy

and find the seed though buried cold!

And so I feel creation’s splendour

living gritty as I taste and wonder.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Colour’s reminder

Yellow,

the brilliance

trapped within the source

of light with life and radiance.

 

Blue,

the grace

that lights the heavens

when all is clear and life is light.

 

Purple,

a colour

that kids who play

paint for the dragon fierce who cries!

 

Red,

the pain,

the sacrifice that’s given

to bring to life the love that’s joy.

 

Golden orange,

the blessing

of day’s grand end

when darkness comes to dance with dreams.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

New ways

What feels so dry and cold,

and shrivelled into naught,

is often just the work of hate,

that seeks to dominate.

Yet when a gentle soul is found,

and rain falls in the space,

What seemed so barren and forlorn

becomes a garden place.

 

The value’s not within the rain,

that falls from God above.

The precious gift lies silent

within what seems a grave.

Yet when the grace of fresh delight

rains down with life’s invite,

the treasure buried, leaps alive,

to fashion a bolder phase.

 

The seed and soil only needs

the kiss of moisture’s life.

It waits for an eternity

to manifest its light.

And when the moment of release

springs up with glorious ease,

the wonder of identity

sashays – dancing fluidly!

Author – Bill Tidsbury