Its true

The beauty flirts

with eyes of hope

she needs to find

her way to flee.

Her life is hard

not what was dreamed.

“What ifs” have filled

her till she screams.

Yet each new day

comes as before,

with token hints

there could be more.

So as she waits,

her heart hides deep,

her face it smiles

while spirit weeps.

But still the hope

it will not die.

Each face that comes

is seen with sighs.

Is this the one

who is to come-

who’ll break the chains

and sing I’ve won!

So each new day

there is a look,

reserved for one

who might be real-

to share the story

and bring in glory!

If only life could be so true,

and I could be alive with you!

Author – Bill Tidsbury


Securely me

Honesty moves a Daddy’s heart. He sees me as I am – so why shouldn’t I? Since this one who loves, first touched my being, He’s ever only called me into dreams.

Transparency is hard to value, when others seem quick to judge. Yet when I’m in the Spirit’s presence, my flesh just tingles as His fire disrobes my shame – and I am free!

Tranquility drapes expansively as I settle into love. The one who holds my gaze has eyes that flame and yet weep tears. He died to live that I might be, forever found securely me.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Open windows

eyes, those of a child full of life, those of the poor so enduring.

those who sorrow pouring streams, those who’re merry, leak so cheery!

eyes that speak of what’s inside, tell us clearly we must not hide.


eyes that sparkle speak of life,

eyes that sing while glistening.

eyes that give and then caress,

leap igniting hope so sweet.

eyes that kiss are ohh most rare!


eyes so vacant seem so blind

eyes that need and then connive.

Always desperate so intent

shift to rob and then to hide

eyes that die while still alive.


eyes, they reap from what’s within.

eyes, they rouse up dreams galore.

I live life and really give

living laughter through my gaze.

eyes, they share what I will dare!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Thunder’s pulse

At times the pull of thunder’s pulse,

can shake the senses with its surge.

Wonders splashed with colours true

seem so blinding to  eyes still new,

and all around the surge of grace

dampens breath as hush takes shape

and makes the air as thick as ocean’s blue.

These times are real and open vistas pure

that say I really am alive with You.


At times the crazy way that people talk,

fills up my head with words of fluff.

The chatter and the busyness seems

designed to say life’s only memes!

The crazy way that movies plot

and then the games that leap and cheer,

all call my senses to deny

that peace exists and love is nigh.

The noise betrays my anxious heart

as things shriek out – “You’re never part!”


When suddenly, I find a  moment pure,

when in an instant bright eyes smile.

They speak of life and mystery’s glee,

enveloping me with their soul’s delight.

Anew I see, that  life is bright when hearts are free.

A child imagines, and young man grins,

the beauty invites the best of me

and all is right when dreams can be.


And in these eyes, I hear the vibe ,

of thunder’s roar that was outside.

The grace that drives that awesome rumble,

is the same face that sees through eyes.

I twist and see a shift in space,

to really see and not erase,

to open up to treasure’s joy

and find the seed though buried cold!

And so I feel creation’s splendour

living gritty as I taste and wonder.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Colour’s reminder


the brilliance

trapped within the source

of light with life and radiance.



the grace

that lights the heavens

when all is clear and life is light.



a colour

that kids who play

paint for the dragon fierce who cries!



the pain,

the sacrifice that’s given

to bring to life the love that’s joy.


Golden orange,

the blessing

of day’s grand end

when darkness comes to dance with dreams.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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