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


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.)

River’s journey

Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve been fascinated by flowing water. I have built dams in snowy gutters and on sandy beaches, I have explored small canyon waterfalls and mighty rivers like the Colombia. I’ve fly fished untold reaches of many streams. In my journey l have gained fresh insight and peaceful rest in my soul through rivers.

I often see them move along as they wend their way down to the sea. They grace each one who comes there way with a greener place to relax and say – “I here can find a way to be at ease.” I sense within the gentle flow – a peace.

Yet, while they seem to gently flow, not always were they so!

This water springs so crystal clear, as in a bubbling brook the song of laughter is begun. High above in craggy heights the waters freshen flowers high. The chortling chorus  calls one and all to be refreshed and hear the joy of dance. All this clarity – mixed with just a dash of mountain spice!

A roaring crashing is the sound, as this small spring becomes a torrent bound by solid rock walls squeezing round, as forcefully with thunderous power, it breaks the rocks as falling from the heights above it carves its way to quieter ways among the earthen meadows far below.

There among the sandy banks, so many find the placid ways of some meandering gentled force that feeds the trees and brings fertility to lowland plains and peace to hearts of men.

So we are called to be the sum of these – a river that is gentled, wise, that graces life with peace while sweetly quenching thirst. Yet still within the swirls are found the echoes of a crystal spring that sings of laughter and clarity and meekly carries the echoing pound of that great power and awesome sound that forms a rainbow as it grinds the mountain down.

And so, I live!

A river flowing is part of me, The Spirit bubbles up inside of me to change my day and help all see that Life is truly such a pleasant gift.  Yet bundled still, within my being sings laughter’s melody – with hints of that unrelenting power that grinds the rock to make a way when others say -“no way!”

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

Leaving fear

When God seems distant and unaware,

when forces surge and tempers flare,

when all is dark and dread draws near,

what can make the heart not fear?


If Spirit laughs and then appears

transcending time as vision clears,

if mirth erupts and eyes are bright,

how does the shift dispel my fright?


How does my heart walk in between,

the dark of night and joy unseen?

How do I balance in the yearning

of things I hope for and yet not being?


When I stumble and seem to fall.

All is lost – and yet not at all.

For in that shock I left my fear.

I found that hope became my seer!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Craft a treasure

Craftsman shaping – seeing possibilities in a broken shell!

Eyes that see uniquely, while others only stare.

Grasping some elusive vision – touching what’s in pieces,

He carves within hard shell his visionary form.


Sated eyes that drift, always glancing never seeing further,

The darting shows they’re not within their comfort zone.

They left a cruise ship far away and wander seeking,

for an electric happenstance to give them form.


I am shaping what I touch, yet often simply unaware.

My eyes if drifting, need to see the grace that’s itching to be formed.

When my destiny with pressure rumbles,

will I craft a treasure in my tattered soul,

or, simply what till someone shapes my form?

Author – Bill Tidsbury