Life change

Busy, dizzy-  all speeds fast;

people on coffee

and adrenaline’s blast.

Hurrying, scurrying – all in a rush;

Life is chaotic

and time can’t last.

 

Bumping, annoying – this line’s so long!

strangers can’t see

that it’s all about me!

Anger and sarcasm flow as I scream;

hurting and hurling,

these “others” aren’t me.

 

Shocking and stopping – a moment in time.

Suddenly faced

with a heart that is kind!

Eyes seeing, heart hearing,

I’ve paused in the crush-

Life’s suddenly changed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Contagious vitality

Joy that springs

and dance that flings-

this radiance of a heart that lives

aflame!

Quiet whispers

that speak of grace.

Sparks lighting up the depths-

as fireflies!

Eyes that twinkle.

Hidden sparkles

reaching past infinity –

”Being” is found!!

Vibrant and alive,

the colours blossom,

the laughter soars-

as live is lived!

Holding hands-

heads thrown back.

Contagious vitality

in tranquility.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Meeting life

I met a girl. She’s just 15.

She’s pregnant now but this began at just fourteen.

She was deserted by a hurting mom running from the pain.

Sorrow -she’s never gone to school.

Nobody cared!

Yet she is bright and has a smile.

She found a mom to whom she clings

She is after all a mom who’s just a girl.

And so she lives for what will be.

Resilience lies within the young.

 

I met a woman. She’s actually so strong.

Yet when she sat in deep despair , alone

(it’s tragic how life can bring us there!).

She lost her heart, she settled deep and sought to hide.

She lost herself and soon forgot the beauty of her spirit’s fire.

She gave up life!

Yet body still refused to die.

A friend reached out. Reawakened spirit’s home.

The light returned into her eyes.

Journey’s pain can seem so strong!

 

I met a lover. She’s now quite old.

Her skin has shrivelled, her joints so full of pain.

This broken world has ground her heart all through her journey long.

And so she swings, in fragile grace within a hammock bed.

I thought  I‘d find despair!

But when I looked into her eyes, I found a twinkle lying there.

A life of joy sprang out to sing, of what a wonder life has been;

the memories, of friends and hope,

the treasure of her dreams now seen.

For, three sweet children come to sing with her and dream.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

On a swing

Little girl on a swing, she delights me as she sings.

She is four and she adores, one who laughs and plays some more.

Little boy her friend so fine, they can fight and not be kind.

When competing for my hand they become a lot less grand.

 

Little girl she seems to find, so much love in all who’re kind.

Yet she’s learning life can be, something hard that makes you flee.

Little boy, he feels so proud, when He knows he is allowed,

to assist in chores for Dad, He believes he’s quite the lad.

 

Little girl, she’ll grow up soon, join the mess that fills each room.

She’ll forget this wondrous joy, use her body as’er employ.

Little boy may learn to hate, the gentle soul that is his trait.

He’ll reduce his life to fights, pushing hard to take his rights.

 

So we grow as tender shoots, ’til foul deeds crush with their boots.

What was grand is soon forgot, fantasy stills our deadly thoughts.

Still, I see in each young eye, a promised hint that God draws nigh.

I do believe in wonders born, cause treasure’s formed in what’s forlorn!

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