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

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A moment shifts

Revelation –  awakens most unusually!

People swarm, seeking something new

as I wander with them blind and so afraid.

Then a moment  shifts my senses,

to explore a world I haven’t seen.

The marvel is, it entices me to fly!

I have stepped across a threshold

and find His whisper shifting my despair.

Now, electric is my present,

while I sense a tremble rising,

I muster up my courage

to leave the norms behind.

Stepping through I’m wakened by this lightening

that’s expansive and sublime,

opening possibility’s connection

to my destiny’s design.

I’m marvelling in the wonder

as my spirit meshes into Life.

I embrace the grace of heaven

as I dance with joy inside my head.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Meeting life

I met a girl. She’s just 15.

She’s pregnant now but this began at just fourteen.

She was deserted by a hurting mom running from the pain.

Sorrow -she’s never gone to school.

Nobody cared!

Yet she is bright and has a smile.

She found a mom to whom she clings

She is after all a mom who’s just a girl.

And so she lives for what will be.

Resilience lies within the young.

 

I met a woman. She’s actually so strong.

Yet when she sat in deep despair , alone

(it’s tragic how life can bring us there!).

She lost her heart, she settled deep and sought to hide.

She lost herself and soon forgot the beauty of her spirit’s fire.

She gave up life!

Yet body still refused to die.

A friend reached out. Reawakened spirit’s home.

The light returned into her eyes.

Journey’s pain can seem so strong!

 

I met a lover. She’s now quite old.

Her skin has shrivelled, her joints so full of pain.

This broken world has ground her heart all through her journey long.

And so she swings, in fragile grace within a hammock bed.

I thought  I‘d find despair!

But when I looked into her eyes, I found a twinkle lying there.

A life of joy sprang out to sing, of what a wonder life has been;

the memories, of friends and hope,

the treasure of her dreams now seen.

For, three sweet children come to sing with her and dream.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Breathing Again

I looked deep into a young women’s eyes,

she longed for love but knew it would never come.

She ached for decisions made that weren’t her own.

She cried inside.

 

I felt the deep emotion rise, of one who sees inside.

I felt the yearning heart of love, that lives above.

I felt the tears leak out my eyes, as for a moment,

She felt a sigh.

 

To sense that hope is more than words,

requires actions that aren’t absurd.

There is a mystery in Spirit’s wind, that feels like breath.

A moment comes, and walls come down,

She breathed again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Storms

“What is rest?” I asked.

I heard no voice as my mind raced seeking answers!

“How do I still my mind?” I asked.

I had no peace as I wrestled to be still!

“How can I find peace?” I cried.

I found fear as my storm of despair raged wild!

Undone, I turned from deep within, to sense the storm I could not fight.

A voice said – “I am here! Peace – be still!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury