Its true

The beauty flirts

with eyes of hope

she needs to find

her way to flee.

Her life is hard

not what was dreamed.

“What ifs” have filled

her till she screams.

Yet each new day

comes as before,

with token hints

there could be more.

So as she waits,

her heart hides deep,

her face it smiles

while spirit weeps.

But still the hope

it will not die.

Each face that comes

is seen with sighs.

Is this the one

who is to come-

who’ll break the chains

and sing I’ve won!

So each new day

there is a look,

reserved for one

who might be real-

to share the story

and bring in glory!

If only life could be so true,

and I could be alive with you!

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

Understanding me

Speaking seems so easy,

you just have to say some words!

The challenge comes when other’s ears

are tuned to what “they” heard.

The intent of a word or phrase

can crash from some great height,

and as the pieces scatter wide

the innocent take fright!

What lies inside of my own dream

can be so crystal clear,

and yet when viewed inside your head

it blunders in the fog!

You look at me as if I am daft,

and wonder how I could,

put two and two within your reach

and then say – “You can’t add!”

So once again I stand and speak,

to change your “heard” to what I think,

and what I see is beautiful,

so please don’t dump it down the sink!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

To Pause

When you stop and look at silver threads that cascade down from heights in trees, the silver mist that catches light becomes a brilliance that fills the sight. The wonder of a warming day, when snow has fallen, painting limbs with snowy grace that lift towards the sun. Needles glisten and then they spray their shedding glory that all may say -“that’s beautiful!”

When you pause, and breathe the sweet clear air that wraps a forest, when sun is bright and scents drift free, you feel the  lift within your heart, to know, this moment is all right. The air delights the skin that feels the warmth of sun, the cool of breeze, that promises a freshness given, that opens up a space that sighs with – “I belong!”

When you slowly turn with eyes renewed, to look at friends who share this too, you sense anew that who they are, is more important and goes beyond, the things that just a day ago demanded more of you. You feel the joy, the blessing given, of being still and laughing free, of speaking things that reconnect and whisper “I really am amazed by you!”

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

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!




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