Peace on Earth

Peace and silence are not synonymous. At times we confuse the two. Silence is the absence of sound, of disturbing vibes. Peace is a presence -a communion- with tranquility, with hope and with the warm acceptance of love. Peace is relational – not just sensory stillness. Peace is an expression of vibrant interconnectedness, identity and a meaningful journey. Silence can provide a  break; Peace is one of the foundations for life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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When we scurry

It is work to walk by thousands

always seeing never seen.

Eyes that hide while being open

afraid to meet a stranger’s gaze.

 

Wishing just for peace and shelter,

but somehow finding isolation’s rage.

Sorrows burden bringing silence.

Hiding us in death’s despair.

Pain and all its broken whispers

stretch out claws to draw out blood.

As we shelter, looking inward,

people stream by just outside.

 

It so hard to shift the focus

shifting eyes to something bright.

Hear a voice that’s somehow sweeter-

feel what stirs then bursts in song.

Colour’s textures, filter through it-

a tantalizing master piece of love!

Startle’s interruption forming –

eyes that penetrate the veil.

 

Riches can not buy the sweetness

of the effervescent kiss of light.

Being known and being welcomed

is the Spirit’s way to life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Drink Deep

Drink deep of life!

Life is real not jaded. Life is vibrant and embraces hope.

Life sees past the debris of circumstances and invites curiosity!

Life delights in twinkle, in reality – the grittiness of the journey and yet always opens the door of hope.

 

Life dwells in joy, in peace and in the hope of what others can be through grace.

Life shares a belief in others; Invites others up to the image of what they think they have lost.

 

To speak Life is to create a harmonic that has to shift things within each soul that hungers.

Speaking Life awakens the fire.

Speaking Life startles the spirit within!

Life says all is not lost.

I am heard; I’ve been responded to; I am not dead.

Vitality still has an echo within me!

 

So

 

I believe!

I believe in the beauty of Life.

I know that I know that Life is a gift and that You are its author.

I know that each expression of Life is a treasure.

It is worth everything to awaken Life –

 to delight in the startling wonder   ———   of Life emergent.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Humility is life

Humility,

she walked in!

She was so bright and full of life.

I gasped!

Intrigued,

I sidled up

to know this wonder of delight.

She spoke!

Bewitched,

I stood transfixed.

She spoke of life lived differently.

I hurt!

Confused,

I saw my life anew.

The trampled flowers from my feet –

I unaware!

Embraced,

I felt her breath!

The sweetest kiss of grace,

she gave!

Refreshed,

I turned away!

Expecting her to follow me.

She didn’t!

Amused,

I thought her fickle.

But I had left her crying!

I’m blind.

Humility,

she came again.

She whispered and she sang.

I heard.

Challenged,

I see my need.

I can not walk alone without her heart.

She’s life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Cacerola

Pots clanging.

A noise resounds!

People roaring

detained within bounds.

Resistance uttered

Voicelessly!

 

Hope in conflict.

Please – someone hear!

Violence taunts

their every fear.

What haunts this night scene

recklessly?

 

Who will hear,

the plea that cries?

Why does apathy

grow like disease,

within many hearts

watching TV?

 

Pots clanging.

Silence isn’t golden!

Compassion unites

souls that awaken.

Unity soothes wounds –

gloriously!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Observations – Honduras in turmoil

Uncertainties bring unease,

often transforming into disease!

Broken trust is a tear,

only bringing things that scare.

Shattered hope dies with a scream

and darkness rapes like some fierce dream.

So a hurting, broken place

can no longer find its face.

 

Soundless pain erupts in flame.

fear prowls round not feeling shame.

Violence blossoms with load roars,

and tears apart the fancy stores.

People weeping from the gases,

strewn to quell the rising masses,

that have boiled out in frenzy,

to decry those having plenty.

 

Time stands still, stop the mayhem!

Hold your breath, then start to breathe.

Justice needs a veteran army,

those, the willing to simply be –

hearts unshaken, hands united,

seeking legacy that has been freed.

Future’s vision calls a people-

“grasp ahold of  something simple-

 

We need each other – you and I!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What is my name?

A shining heart ignites a smile, when one look reminds a tender soul that they have never been forgotten.

I am built with the desire to be significant to you. I want to matter enough, to make a strong enough impression, that you remember my name. My name says you know who I am! I wasn’t just one of many in a crowd.

Nothing is so powerful, as the look of hunger and longing in a child’s face when you return to a place, as someone who in the past has spoken an encouraging word. Somehow, simple words and actions caused some spark of hope to blossom in the ravaged field of a  soul who has experienced much scarcity. The blazing furnace of longing rises in the eyes as they say “Do you remember my name?”

What spurs the leap of laughter and delight? What part of our being produces the surge of joy and the heat warming response of a fierce hug when “the” name flows out?

My tender heart, if left unwalled will always say I need you! My eyes will always look across the gulf that separates you and I.  These eyes will seek to find some link that penetrates behind the veil that mysteriously shuts us out from each other. When my soul and spirit touch that which is warm and bright within your being and I re-affirm the wonder that our two hearts have walked a lonely journey, we smile! Light glows. Sparkles dance. Music occurs and the mystery of belonging grows.

We feel the grace of our shared lives.  We know we are so different  – and yet – there is a flow that nourishes and refreshes. I sense that I am not alone. I am not forgotten. My identity, so tied to spirit, is created for this. I must belong together in communion. The thirst never goes away until together we find a way to live as beings who are intimately known.

So the unfolding blossom of a tender soul, leaps high within the rain of recognition that comes from my name remembered. I am known! I made an impact!

I am a being that is remembered – and I glow!

Author – Bill Tidsbury