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

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Rising on wings

To look into eyes, you know you can trust,

to rest in the wonder of You,

it is such a journey, to walk hand in hand

and quiet my soul in your heart.

To laugh in your smile, to be face to face,

to open up wide and feel free,

its great just to dance in the bliss of embrace,

and feel that its great to be me.

 

To feel your heart pound, to feel your eyes gleam,

to know that I’m prized as I am,

its such a deep process to discover your fire,

to sing with your anthem that soars.

To rise up on wings, to float free and clear,

to see life from heights unexplored,

the mystery allures and sparkles with joy,

as who I am blends with your roar.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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

Sharing the wealth

It is difficult , if not impossible to live wisely when we have been blessed with riches of any kind. This applies as much as to the riches of family connectedness and friendships as to things like wealth, comfort or other material things.

When we become rich, we commonly blind ourselves to our own empowerment and believe that we have received something readily available to all. We blame others who do not have, for their perceived failure in not taking hold of that which we so easily grasped.

We fail to recognize that our great wealth is itself part of their problem!!

We live in a world where things are not distributed evenly to all. What a surprise! Yet, it is so obvious in our world. Nature is framed around areas of need/scarcity and areas of superabundance.  This relates to any resource. Water – there are deserts and there are rainforests. There are areas of rich farmland and areas of barren rock. There are place of warmth and places of cold. We live in the midst of diversity.

The world of humanity is also constructed in a similar vein. We know people who are gifted in music, and those who are tone deaf! We have people who are emotionally intuitive and those who are baffled by emotions. We see people who make wealth easily and we have people who struggle to sell their produce. We are impressed by people who are great leaders and motivators and wonder about those who sit in quiet meditation contemplating mathematical secrets. All  rich in their own unique way and generally, all unable to comprehend the incapacity of others to move so easily in what is their own area of strength.

Our riches are given to each of us as a gift to be shared!

The world is created as a context for building interdependence. We learn of the beauty of our differences by contributing our giftedness, our wealth that comes so easily to ourselves, as a generous outflow to those around us. They need the very thing we take for granted in our own internal world.

Yet, our brokenness, causes us to look with suspicion on others who are different from ourselves. We live as orphans. We live as strangers within castles built on fears. We peer at each other and hoard our riches in case of some great scarcity that may arise in an emergency in the future. All the while, creating the emergency, as we starve each other of the needed interdependence that would cause all our lives to flourish.

We hide, and protect ourselves and slowly starve ourselves and our world, all the while blaming the others for not having the wonderful wealth that I have stashed so carefully in my own castle. I blame them for seeking this wealth from me, the one who hoards what came so easily in a world of want. And I silently cry at night for the desperate starving in my soul that hungers for that which dwells within another castle – separated from my heart by walls.

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