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

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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!

 

So

 

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

Humility,

she walked in!

She was so bright and full of life.

I gasped!

Intrigued,

I sidled up

to know this wonder of delight.

She spoke!

Bewitched,

I stood transfixed.

She spoke of life lived differently.

I hurt!

Confused,

I saw my life anew.

The trampled flowers from my feet –

I unaware!

Embraced,

I felt her breath!

The sweetest kiss of grace,

she gave!

Refreshed,

I turned away!

Expecting her to follow me.

She didn’t!

Amused,

I thought her fickle.

But I had left her crying!

I’m blind.

Humility,

she came again.

She whispered and she sang.

I heard.

Challenged,

I see my need.

I can not walk alone without her heart.

She’s life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Leaving fear

When God seems distant and unaware,

when forces surge and tempers flare,

when all is dark and dread draws near,

what can make the heart not fear?

 

If Spirit laughs and then appears

transcending time as vision clears,

if mirth erupts and eyes are bright,

how does the shift dispel my fright?

 

How does my heart walk in between,

the dark of night and joy unseen?

How do I balance in the yearning

of things I hope for and yet not being?

 

When I stumble and seem to fall.

All is lost – and yet not at all.

For in that shock I left my fear.

I found that hope became my seer!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Silky threads

Spider’s silky thread,

so tenuous at its best,

forms a gleam of silver

in the light of day.

What can seem so pretty,

harbours hidden risk,

for small and fragile beings,

who venture unaware.

 

Beings, big and clumsy,

stride with confidence.

Shatter threads of silver-

surprising irritants!

When two worlds connecting

are in conflict sure,

’tis the the one most forceful

dominates what’s pure.

 

Whether small or looming,

beings wander by.

Some are caught in conflict,

others brush on by.

In the press of living,

ignoring racket’s blare,

I see only beauty

and guard the things most rare.

Author- Bill Tidsbury

Unpredicted futures

Swell surges, as the water ferry slowly rises,

It is a beautiful day on Caribbean waters!

Sunlight sparkles as the ripples glisten,

silver glitter on the deep blue sea.

 

Wake unfolds as the mountains fade behind,

a streak of white in a field of blue.

The direction is certain, uncertainty lies ahead,

Waiting for an unpredicted future to unfold.

 

Settled gently on a tropical island paradise,

Life’s gifts come through forks along the way.

Receiving gratefully, that which was unplanned,

opens joy’s tranquility to hearts that are aligned.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

New born piglets

Piglets,

searching blindly.

Pushing, shoving,  seeking mommy’s teat.

Piglets,

Squealing loudly.

learning early that the strong survive.

Piglets,

surfeit and still.

Draped together,in contented sleep.

Piglets,

small examples

granting insight to our harsh cold night.

Author – Bill Tidsbury