Observations – Honduras in turmoil

Uncertainties bring unease,

often transforming into disease!

Broken trust is a tear,

only bringing things that scare.

Shattered hope dies with a scream

and darkness rapes like some fierce dream.

So a hurting, broken place

can no longer find its face.

 

Soundless pain erupts in flame.

fear prowls round not feeling shame.

Violence blossoms with load roars,

and tears apart the fancy stores.

People weeping from the gases,

strewn to quell the rising masses,

that have boiled out in frenzy,

to decry those having plenty.

 

Time stands still, stop the mayhem!

Hold your breath, then start to breathe.

Justice needs a veteran army,

those, the willing to simply be –

hearts unshaken, hands united,

seeking legacy that has been freed.

Future’s vision calls a people-

“grasp ahold of  something simple-

 

We need each other – you and I!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Living Gently

Day’s end drifts into the night,

clouds up high yet burning bright.

Breezes whisper peace be still,

Living gently with the flow of life.

 

Sunsets always kiss the day –

beauty’s brush of joy in play.

Then the silken night envelopes

bringing dreams to dance and say:

 

“Each event within your journey,

shapes an effervescent theme.

Delight is crafted through the process,

that ferments the sour into wine.”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey’s insistent call

When I find my path is choked with things that threaten me with doom; when I step outside and sense my fear instead of  the wonder of the stars – that is when I seem to need a voice that sing’s of hope with hints of what ’s ahead.

Yet listening is so difficult when noise just fills the air. It’s so much easier to hear the roar of all the things that scare. I also find at times like these, I grip complacency’s despair, and not the quiet counsel that heartens me to dare.

I want to stay the same, it is so familiar with my souvenirs up on the shelf! The problem is that what I seek, are vistas from a mountain I haven’t even seen. I wish that mountain view would simply come to me. Instead, I find that I must trek to places now unknown.

The step that hurts is when I part with routines that were my friends. They sob and cry as I leave behind what separated me from what I dream.  Now, as I step into fields unknown, I find surprise arising – fresh joy!

The journey is a process that requires me to leave and then embrace the new that opens life to soar. I exchange my familiar for the beauty of vision found. I open wide to impossibilities that never could be dreamed – without my journey’s insistent call.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life is

Life is so fragile, I chose to protect it’s wonder with walls that drown and are hard.

Now I’ve released it alive to dance free, the glory of living – found in transparency.

 

Life is a palette so clean and unmarked. Yet quickly gets filled with colours that swirl.

The radiance mixed, paints a canvas with style while leaving the palette the work of a child!

 

Life is a whisper, caressed in my dreams – in stillness beauty can blossom serene.

So often I’ve missed it, while racing to be, somewhere important to fears that aren’t me!

 

Life is a breath, so vital yet airy. It’s substance seems missing, yet fills me with joy.

Released in the mystery of joy’s perfect heart, finds its companion to sing beauty’s art.

 

Life is a bubble, so shiny and bright. It grows and extends till grasped by  the wind.

So bright and mysterious, it floats in the breeze, till ending the journey – touching earth and leaves.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life’s synergy

Child chortles,

the sound captures hearts.

Something so innocent

fills me with awe!

 

Unconscious play,

creates worlds with flare.

It really is powerful –

a heart that soars free!

 

Soft eyes of love

open life’s synergy.

Releasing hope’s feet

to dance all day long!

 

Contagious life –

so vital it’s wild.

A gift to the hurting –

Your dream is my song!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Why?

Why in a world of so much grace -does desperation thrive?

When men can fresh design some human gene, “one small child” abounds across the globe, still caught in suffering’s bloody hate.

Billions in gold sit in bank’s deep holds, guarded darkly from any so bold to ask for food as babies cry.

Creative genius works to frame some new design to save the world, yet only those with cold hard cash are taken in within the fold.

Why in a world where many seek to protect mother earth from harm and filth, we find her children dying beneath the crush of arms bought from men whose simple vice is making gain?

Innocence is lost when a child seeks firewood outside a camp, while strong men guard with arms the post that politics says defends the weak.

Children sweat and chemicals burn while things extracted grant others multiplayer reality to fight boredom’s sorrow.

Mothers cry and fathers rage as one small child burns with heat, still waiting for the tender grace of one small dose of medicine – out of reach of poverty’s cage.

Why in a world where freedom lives and movement is guaranteed amongst a people strong and brave, do millions tread wrapped up in chains bound into servitude and violence’s pain?

A child dreams of living well, within a home with roof and chair, a bed with one simplistic cover – safety and peace that lasts all night!

A young girl dreams of a doctor’s voice guiding her as she learns to give the gift of life to others dear who wait for hope and healing hands.

A young teen dreams of discovery’s awe, as hope is opened for this earth’s redemption, while all around the tentacles of vice removes the dream and injects a shame.

Why, when so many can see the pain, do systems grind fine the ones who resist the lies?

Students stir awake and cry injustice, yet quickly lose their voice as promotion woos them sweetly.

Idealists convene to plan and scheme and then they silently diffuse their cries as we rationalize that people trapped in prisons hate, have only themselves to blame.

Living calls for action until I’m swamped by distraction’s fragrance that sings a dream that never grants discomfort.

Why?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A sense of flow

The sense of flow in the Spirit of God is something quite extraordinary!

We sometimes have hopes that something will occur and we wait with delight to see if it does. However, when I am in the middle of what the Spirit of God is doing, things shift. There is a certainty of what will happen! There is a shaping of words and actions that were not in my mind moments before. I move, yet the dance is with someone who is magnificent and who leads with purposeful love. I know with bated breath that something will happen – something miraculous! Not at my behest, but out of the heart of a Daddy God who delights to bring fresh surprises as a taste of His amazing commitment to each one of us.

So the joy of the dance in the Spirit is full of surprises! It isn’t about me. It is about shifting circumstances in people’s hearts and bodies. It is all about a magnificent  being who expresses a deep desire for relationship with gentle demonstrations of His capacity to support and call out dreams and hopes. He heals brokenness in hearts, he sets people free of old bitterness and trauma in a moment of encounter. All impossible but oh so amazing to see and experience! Welcome to living as a son or daughter in a realm of Love! It is just a fun way to live!

Author – Bill Tidsbury