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


A normal day

An average day, a normal day,

I say it without thought!

It’s easy just to tramp along

and only see the past.

What is today, was yesterday,

and always seems to come.

I stop at lights, they change to green

and then the lady with the grin,

steps out while holding to

a little hand outside the school.

I quickly pass the beggar man,

he’s always sitting right beside,

the open door, that always spews,

a stream of people from the bank.

I know it well, it’s quite a show,

I see the play each day, I’m bored!!


An average day, a normal day,

it’s always quite unique.

I walk along with keen eyes bright,

and watch for sparkle’s glowing wake.

When e’re I see that glistening sight,

I sense my wonder now in flight.

I savour joy’s expectancy,

as suddenly the atmosphere

transforms in colour’s interplay.

A kiss exchanged, a lover found;

the embrace of a warrior strong;

a pet leaps out and wags its tail;

a child delights as chortles soar.

The grace of life’s eternity

begins as beauty shapes my stance.

I am this day’s vitality!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Fresh surprises

Frogs that croak and echo loudly,

such a raucous trumpet noise,

in the evening as the breeze soothes –

reflection’s time to be alive.


Crickets singing, chorus playing,

Fills the air as mosquitos buzz,

Trees that rustle, whispering sweetly,

bringing evening’s fresh surprises.


Peace envelopes, spirit dances,

as quiet pirouettes to please.

Life bubbles up releasing stresses

as mystery sings hope’s pregnant change.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

River’s journey

Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve been fascinated by flowing water. I have built dams in snowy gutters and on sandy beaches, I have explored small canyon waterfalls and mighty rivers like the Colombia. I’ve fly fished untold reaches of many streams. In my journey l have gained fresh insight and peaceful rest in my soul through rivers.

I often see them move along as they wend their way down to the sea. They grace each one who comes there way with a greener place to relax and say – “I here can find a way to be at ease.” I sense within the gentle flow – a peace.

Yet, while they seem to gently flow, not always were they so!

This water springs so crystal clear, as in a bubbling brook the song of laughter is begun. High above in craggy heights the waters freshen flowers high. The chortling chorus  calls one and all to be refreshed and hear the joy of dance. All this clarity – mixed with just a dash of mountain spice!

A roaring crashing is the sound, as this small spring becomes a torrent bound by solid rock walls squeezing round, as forcefully with thunderous power, it breaks the rocks as falling from the heights above it carves its way to quieter ways among the earthen meadows far below.

There among the sandy banks, so many find the placid ways of some meandering gentled force that feeds the trees and brings fertility to lowland plains and peace to hearts of men.

So we are called to be the sum of these – a river that is gentled, wise, that graces life with peace while sweetly quenching thirst. Yet still within the swirls are found the echoes of a crystal spring that sings of laughter and clarity and meekly carries the echoing pound of that great power and awesome sound that forms a rainbow as it grinds the mountain down.

And so, I live!

A river flowing is part of me, The Spirit bubbles up inside of me to change my day and help all see that Life is truly such a pleasant gift.  Yet bundled still, within my being sings laughter’s melody – with hints of that unrelenting power that grinds the rock to make a way when others say -“no way!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

New ways

What feels so dry and cold,

and shrivelled into naught,

is often just the work of hate,

that seeks to dominate.

Yet when a gentle soul is found,

and rain falls in the space,

What seemed so barren and forlorn

becomes a garden place.


The value’s not within the rain,

that falls from God above.

The precious gift lies silent

within what seems a grave.

Yet when the grace of fresh delight

rains down with life’s invite,

the treasure buried, leaps alive,

to fashion a bolder phase.


The seed and soil only needs

the kiss of moisture’s life.

It waits for an eternity

to manifest its light.

And when the moment of release

springs up with glorious ease,

the wonder of identity

sashays – dancing fluidly!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Drink Deep

Drink deep of life!

Life is real not jaded. Life is vibrant and embraces hope.

Life sees past the debris of circumstances and invites curiosity!

Life delights in twinkle, in reality – the grittiness of the journey and yet always opens the door of hope.


Life dwells in joy, in peace and in the hope of what others can be through grace.

Life shares a belief in others; Invites others up to the image of what they think they have lost.


To speak Life is to create a harmonic that has to shift things within each soul that hungers.

Speaking Life awakens the fire.

Speaking Life startles the spirit within!

Life says all is not lost.

I am heard; I’ve been responded to; I am not dead.

Vitality still has an echo within me!




I believe!

I believe in the beauty of Life.

I know that I know that Life is a gift and that You are its author.

I know that each expression of Life is a treasure.

It is worth everything to awaken Life –

 to delight in the startling wonder   ———   of Life emergent.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Humility is life


she walked in!

She was so bright and full of life.

I gasped!


I sidled up

to know this wonder of delight.

She spoke!


I stood transfixed.

She spoke of life lived differently.

I hurt!


I saw my life anew.

The trampled flowers from my feet –

I unaware!


I felt her breath!

The sweetest kiss of grace,

she gave!


I turned away!

Expecting her to follow me.

She didn’t!


I thought her fickle.

But I had left her crying!

I’m blind.


she came again.

She whispered and she sang.

I heard.


I see my need.

I can not walk alone without her heart.

She’s life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury