Journey into Love: Courage

Courage calls me out to dare, to hope, believe there’s more out there.

It is a risk to leap against,

all past experience and my dread.

Yet, deep within my spirit breathes.

It is connected to a fire that lives.

It casts a light upon my dread and breaks the lies that keep me dead.

So,

rising up to dance unchained,

I crush the broken hell of shame

and lift my head to eyes that live

and speak my name in ways that make me feel again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Journey into Love: Longing

 

I never would have broken into love if longing had not dragged me from my cave.

Longing cries within my soul.

I can so easily, shut it down.

But longing is the echo of a wounded heart. I need relief, some solace from my grief!

I can choose to flee and hide,

for fear that in my search I’ll find I die.

Or

finding courage as I cry,

I move to seek what once I tasted and was sweet,

before the pain that opened grief so shut me down.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Junctions

The road I travelled just made me fly.

I journeyed through some mountains rare.

But then I came to find it stopped!

There was no road ahead.

I could turn off towards the left –

it’d take me off to who knows where!

Yet too I had an option speak to me

to seek the right which led me back

to places where I could expand

and be myself, yet more.

 

And there I sat, I made no choice!

I could not choose that which is unknown.

I dithered often, but still was stuck

within a car that once had run

with furious pleasure yet now was trapped,

just sitting waiting as my heart felt torn.

I woke up to a horn’s demand!

Another traveler on the road.

He too was trapped behind my “stuck”.

How could I move, I could not choose

It seemed so simple, yet,

my heart it sighed – I could’ve died,

still waiting for the road ahead

to open wide and let me be

to run with fun into the sun,

upon a road no longer there.

 

So there I prayed for courage – strength,

to cease this choice that froze my dare,

and make a move both bold and rare.

-a choice to start again with flair!

So, once again with fresh delight

I’ve opened up some doors.

Not bound by indecision – to soar!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Breathe with me

Courage – so needed when I need encouragement.

Hope – that lies so quiet on the floor.

Death it seems more bright than light,

and yet the fear it burns a hole.

 

Why, do questions seem to choke?

How could silence reign amidst such vicious scores?

When will all these haunting sighs,

be choked so I no longer cry?

 

Life it winks so feebly.

Yet still my soul is called to mend.

The grace I need is some great heart,

to breathe with me

and ground me firm,

within the gift of who I am

and believe so I can be.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Savoured slow

Pressures that call, then demand,

Insistence seems such a scam!

Pulling and scheming to find relief,

The battle is constant and never brief.

A simple decision can grant me space.

Choosing stillness, I shift my gaze-

now turning to brave the force that sways.

I’m choosing to breathe and stop the craze!

To know that I’m free, to simply be.

To breathe the aroma of life’s intent.

Sitting easy as your presence grows!

Life is a gift best savoured slow.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

To step in deep

Courage makes its home inside my head.

I never marked it’s moving in.

But one day in the silence of forgotten words,

I felt it waken and as warriors do,

with purpose and determination bright.

The stance it took tore foundations loose.

I sensed a majestic part of me

step out into the room and say-

“I feel the storm – I’ve come to shield!”

 

Desperation breathes so fierce.

I can hear its sibilant whisper

in the tumult of hard fought life.

The grinding echoes of despair

find resonance in chambers torn and bare.

The hammer blows that dash all hope,

come swiftly with intent to maim.

It chokes a child’s greatest dream

and snarls – “What made you think you could?”

 

Compassion bleeds but never dies.

It’s weird to see when you are standing by!

The heart that bleeds for those who ache,

receives an infinite supply of grace.

To step in deep, is to risk it all.

Yet in this love you are embraced.

The healing presence of hope’s kiss,

brings life to all who awake to this-

“ You are all I ever have dreamed!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

When I am seen

When I am seen as the one who is “different”,

I am called to shine –

the light of perspective that sees what others can’t; the hope that all can be unique!

When I am envied as the one who is “beautiful”,

I am called to weep –

For the one who has never been affirmed; who has never been sought after.

When I am fawned over as the one who is “richer”

I am called to love –

the one who is orphaned; the one who feels robbed of life’s opportunity.

When I am pushed aside as the one who is “poorer” –

I am called to give –

to the one who has lost their heart; to the powerful – who still longs for intimacy.

When I am mocked as the one who is “naive”,

I am called to laugh-

in the joy of innocence; in the wonder of freshness; in the blessing of hope!

When I am minimized as the one who is “broken”,

I am called to courage –

in the surety of process; in the freedom of healing; in the hope of grace.

When I am vibrant in the reality of who I am in the moment,

I am called to “be” –

with the one who is richer or poorer, different or beautiful, naive or “broken”,

 

and as “us” -celebrate the gift of Life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury