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

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Unplanted roots

I dug a plant up with a  spade,

I made a hole, I marked a  grave.

The plant though whole is now forlorn.

It’s lost it’s place beneath the sun!

When planted deep – I saw its leaf.

A perfect form all green and bright.

I dug it up, and saw it’s source

Its roots where white yet bathed in dirt.

I sensed perfection of design.

I stood amazed – all parts complete!

I then had insight from Spirit’s brush,

the plant though whole was on death row!

We all have context, mark our space.

We sense our individual parts intact.

Yet still we wander dying dry,

not grasping that, my roots need place.

When I depend on life that flows,

from  sources deep yet veiled, unseen,

I draw my life up deep within

then bless with fruit, as I laugh and grin.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Play come calling

Play – comes calling, tickling hearts.

The joy that bubbles seems so free.

It leaps upon you like a fountain

spraying incandescence far and wide.

Then there’s quiet moment’s eddy,

full of pleasure warm and kind,

contemplating what will next be,

as sweet imagination’s glory shines.

Soon some lightening flashes forward,

action figures spring to life.

Heroes rise and then they splatter

in the shadows of adult life.

Grief contends with evil’s power,

twisting pain and bringing fear,

’til the gallant rise victorious,

in the war to end all strife.

Play is simply destiny calling!

It empowers hope to thrive.

When you see a child not playing,

something deep within has died.

So one role in life’s adventure,

is to stimulate more play!

When we live in child’s blessing,

we breathe life into each day.

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

Tin roof’s voice

Rain that falls creating mist, splashing as it does on rusted tin.

Roofs that channel grace away, preserving dry my home so frail.

Under roofs we each can live. Safe, so dry, ignoring rain.

Yet the world above us whispers -“blessing’s grace awaits your face!”

 

As the storm’s ferocious voice, gathering strength, rains down with force,

my heart invites me to step outside, to welcome fresh this caress of grace.

Mystery sings as cool breeze blows, rain’s refreshment in the midst of heat.

Here renewed, my spirit lifts, to live your joy and dance your glee.

 

I am loved, I’m known, then found. I’m free to live out way beyond

Face uplifted in the rain, my dreams take flight within my brain,

Alive to life. my destiny sings. What once was binding no longer stings!

I sense awakening . Your flow enlivening. The tin roof’s gone, so I can move on!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Bubbling stream

Expectancy

Generous gift!

Hope breathing life.

Soaring wings lifting identity.

Declaration’s power through God’s voice.

Not haunted, but called with grace.

Life’s fragile center wrapped within Love’s hands.

From rest’s strength, new found flowers!

Bubbling stream racing for destiny.

Carefree joy directing creation.

Intimate moment shared.

Gentle strength.

Released!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Kissing imperfection

Release!

Command spoken.

Blessing framing reality.

Angel’s leap energizing life.

Spirit’s shower cascades in rainbows.

Wonder breathing possibility; despair’s curse silenced!

Electric realization of destiny unbound from fear.

Softened eyes seek dews glittering outlines.

Earth’s risk embraced by faith.

Intimacy’s solace – worth holding!

Hammer of Heaven

kissing imperfection –

joyously!

Author – Bill Tidsbury