Securely me

Honesty moves a Daddy’s heart. He sees me as I am – so why shouldn’t I? Since this one who loves, first touched my being, He’s ever only called me into dreams.

Transparency is hard to value, when others seem quick to judge. Yet when I’m in the Spirit’s presence, my flesh just tingles as His fire disrobes my shame – and I am free!

Tranquility drapes expansively as I settle into love. The one who holds my gaze has eyes that flame and yet weep tears. He died to live that I might be, forever found securely me.

Author – Bill Tidsbury


A normal day

An average day, a normal day,

I say it without thought!

It’s easy just to tramp along

and only see the past.

What is today, was yesterday,

and always seems to come.

I stop at lights, they change to green

and then the lady with the grin,

steps out while holding to

a little hand outside the school.

I quickly pass the beggar man,

he’s always sitting right beside,

the open door, that always spews,

a stream of people from the bank.

I know it well, it’s quite a show,

I see the play each day, I’m bored!!


An average day, a normal day,

it’s always quite unique.

I walk along with keen eyes bright,

and watch for sparkle’s glowing wake.

When e’re I see that glistening sight,

I sense my wonder now in flight.

I savour joy’s expectancy,

as suddenly the atmosphere

transforms in colour’s interplay.

A kiss exchanged, a lover found;

the embrace of a warrior strong;

a pet leaps out and wags its tail;

a child delights as chortles soar.

The grace of life’s eternity

begins as beauty shapes my stance.

I am this day’s vitality!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What plight

Locked within my known shores,

I look with wonder as others soar.

I would so love to fly up free,

while holding tight to this my way.


The blue of skies can be so pure,

It’s shocking really first to see.

The shock soon fades with eyes shut tight –

I can not leave my known shores.


A voice still whispers that I might

arise so free, and then take flight.

There’s something deep that reaches out,

I squeeze it hard in case it shouts.


I choose to live with silenced heart,

it’s safe to dwell on barren shores.

I cannot frame a different form,

than one with wings so weak and shorn.


Persistent still the voice calls out.

Reminding me of blue skies bright.

I wonder if some other day,

I might leap up and leave my plight?

Author – Bill Tidsbury


Proud of my inspirational daughter!!

Daughter Becomes Mother

I have really struggled with what people think of me. My whole life I have always tried to please others, to make myself into what I think others want me to be, never truly being myself. In doing that over so many years I have lost who I am, the things that make me tick, and the things I am passionate about.

Fast forward to almost 32 years old and I have given up. I have moved so many times in my life, with so many lost friendships because I didn’t know how to maintain contact. But what I have found is myself. I have found passion. I have found things that I am truly interested in!
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I now crochet! I love it, and have taught myself for a while now! I have so many patterns printed and saved! So many Skeins of yarn ready and waiting for the next…

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Reaching beyond

I love you, my precious winsome one. You are the wind that flows over my world, shaping the trees, shaking the leaves, caressing the grasses, battering the ridge rocks, and moving the clouds.

You are my sun, warming my back, lighting my day, causing life to flourish and warming the cold things to become updrafts to your glory. You are the essence of the vastness of the world from a mountaintop. You stitch my horizons and seal me under the canopy of heaven.

You are the delight of life and the curiosity in a wondering eye, the tenderness of a love expressed, the joy of abandonment, the laughter of freedom, the bubble of surprise, and the steady hand of comfort.

You are mine and I am yours. I choose to live in that place, that moment of being yours!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

( An excerpt from my journals – seeking to express the felt connection  to the spiritual reality of the vastness of that being who exists outside of my natural world and lives in spirit.)

Culture’s colour

Clash of cultures, how we see,

is as varied as fish in seas!

When we live and speak as one,

we shape the world and it becomes.

Some create a world with walls,

Others dream of skies that move.

When we look at other’s eyes,

if they differ we then deny.


Some delight in musics pound

Others choose a lilt that lifts.

Some repose in structures bare,

other’s colours light the night!

Some genteelly ride in buses

while others banter as tire scream.

Each of these is quite unique;

each believe their’s is most right.


Some protect and cover up

every aspect of their hearts.

Then they bare their flesh with flair,

and astound those who wouldn’t dare.

Some explode with wails and screams,

pain exposed for all to see.

Then they cloak themselves in cloth,

So to keep privacy intact!


So we each meander life

drinking sweetly from our past.

When our journey drops us curves,

we then discover there’s more to learn.

So to keep our future bright,

we really need to blend our strands.

As we journey and learn to love,

its so good to keep holding hands.

Author – Bill Tidsbury