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

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Kissing imperfection

Release!

Command spoken.

Blessing framing reality.

Angel’s leap energizing life.

Spirit’s shower cascades in rainbows.

Wonder breathing possibility; despair’s curse silenced!

Electric realization of destiny unbound from fear.

Softened eyes seek dews glittering outlines.

Earth’s risk embraced by faith.

Intimacy’s solace – worth holding!

Hammer of Heaven

kissing imperfection –

joyously!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Mountain town

Cobbled streets, hillsides steep, a mountain town is up or down!

Pouring rain, leaping gutters, rushing waters clean this town.

Vultures soar, wind sweeps clouds, from the heights the mundane shrinks in size.

Birds that sing, trees that bow, life’s exuberance wakens me to rise.

 

History steeped; buildings speak – of times before technology.

Cathedral rises, old claims shout, grating new realities.

Saint’s procession, draws the dancers, gaining promised hope’s deliverance.

Exhaustion reigns, pain’s endured, while freedom’s gift lies in abeyance.

 

Fireworks boom, fiesta laughs, as families spend the day in song.

Evening strolls, hands held dear, couples avoiding summer’s throng,

Child’s laughter, safety’s theme, village shouts we have this in common.

Quiet listens, bird chirp ends, dreams appear when normal is forgotten.

 

Peace is real, hope is shared, when faith is seen in eyes that shine.

Pain departs, startle’s real, when spirit’s roar draws a line.

Something felt, change that’s seen,  creates a contrast with dogma’s creed.

Sweetly still, enjoying life, promotion’s grace stirs mountain souls to lead.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope’s joy

One little girl, gives me a hug.

It’s trust you know,

when innocence feels grace

and rests.

 

A tired mommy prays in hope,

living to give.

Dreams are birthed as she sings.

Faith knows!

 

Friends embrace as tears flow down.

Solace draws out pain.

Grief shared soothes death’s raw blow

graciously.

 

A wrinkled face begins to bloom.

Life is renewed

as caring hearts listen

and grin.

 

Two lovers meet with bated breath.

Heart’s life dances

while gentle love captures

hope’s joy.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Tumbling words

Shoe shiner comes – desperate in heart,

Poverty’s grip is fierce. Vice’s promise lies so sterile.

Life drags amidst the barrenness -bruised and tattered.

Hope is lost, agony’s torture brings piercing cries.

Why is life so unfair?

 

Heart’s cry rises to form spoken word,

Need is real, eyes always searching.

Family’s lost -who’ll lend a hand to hope?

Words pour on, ears no longer hear!

Stories are old – well rehearsed – yet pain still grips.

True answers now seem rhetoric.

Escape! Can someone make it go away?

So hard to believe change is possible.

I sit in sorrow and share my story – again.

 

Tragedy’s blindness grips with steel

when bitterness becomes my destiny’s friend.

Words run on, eager fingers seek for more.

Yet hearts that listen heal. Quietness steps in by surprise!

In the silence something speaks.

Hope finds voice – a faint song whispers – mysteriously.

Can wisdom ever find a home

when trumpets blare panic’s song so fierce?

 

Still, quiet presence sits with faith softened eyes.

Hope is always heart’s most needed balm.

Presence is more faithful than words.

Sitting still, eyes probe beneath the words.

Gentleness speaks future’s grace! Believing.

Possibility awaits the day when choice once more awakes.

In a moment, frozen dams break wide.

Shifts occur when life seeps in.

Mercy’s caress invites the intimacy of our common bond.

 

Change dances quietly

as awakened grace shifts the tattered frame.

Dead and shattered fragments come together to dream once more.

Life is more than history’s repeated words.

Life is in the offering-

tatters lifted to a shining heart who makes all things new.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirituality and Presence

The essence of my reality, as I walk through life, is that I have been granted the astounding grace of being united with a human being named Jesus.  The inexplicable process of how the almighty creator became human is not something I understand. It is equally inconceivable how it is that He has chosen to draw me deep into His heart, into His reality.

I live with my feet in two worlds. One is essentially 3 dimensional and in many ways overpowering to my senses. The other is spiritual, which sounds ethereal, and yet is not. It’s substance continuously expands my awareness of what’s possible and shifts my comprehension of seeing.

As I feel heart pain and struggle and see the devastation of poverty, I do find it easy to begin to shut down – to distance myself in some way from the inhumanity of powerless poverty. Yet, I also find something surging in me as I learn to see differently. I sense the immensity of a superseding reality of a good Daddy God who actually is eager to intervene in the misery which I see. Eager to see through my eyes. He is intensely passionate about expressing Himself through my hands, through my words.

It is one thing to imagine some deity actually interested in my small interactions – it is another thing to sense power flow, to see change occur, to observe real physical miracles occur. I can sense when it happens! It isn’t about my capacity. It isn’t about the way I set my mouth or frame my words. It is tied in some yet unknown way, to my internal connection to that other world and the reality that I actually can see out of His reality into mine. When that occurs, I sense the shift in perception. I sense a shift in my internal balancing of these immense realities. I shift from hoping , to one of knowing. A certainty that flows from out side of myself and breathes anticipation and vitality!

I’m on a journey, as we all are, to understand the nature of our world. A journey to comprehend the realities of both spirit and natural. It is a journey of growth, of development. It is a journey inherently dependent on humility, on compassion, on transparency and vulnerability. All of these things do not come easily to me!

Somehow, something is morphing within my being. I am more comfortable with mystery. I am more accepting of the reality that I can’t control very much and I am prone to mistakes. I am easily confused and distracted! And yet, I am pulled in with ever increasing excitement as I taste something that is truly breath taking. Something freeing and extravagant. Something so good, I laugh every time I am brushed by His essence.

So gradually, I am learning to rest – to dwell – in quiet acceptance of the beauty of being drawn close to a mighty heart that breathes love, gentleness, compassion, goodness, laughter and creativity. A heart that is ever so eager to freely act to lighten people’s loads, with no prior requirements of any kind! A heart that is truly delightful in all its effervescence. A being that is powerful beyond comprehension, yet sits quietly as I adjust myself to the beauty of being found in Him.

Life is good. Life is rich. Life is so freeing! So I live in hope and yearn for more of the fire of His reality!!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strength on the journey

Where does strength come from, when I am digging deep? At times it seems ephemeral and disappears as quick as steam. Other times, I find it sits as if with bated breath, just waiting for the invitation to change my helplessness.

Strength,is really quite mysterious as it strolls through out my life. I seem to have it most, whenever I need it least! And then in times, when I’m desperate and so low (and wishing life would play) I find that it evaporates and all I have is clay!

At times, my strength does come in joy. It seems to seethe and roil, when my cup just overflows. There’s moxie in my strut and life’s so effortless ! Then there are the times, when all is settled and still, and in these quiet reflections, I find my trust is real. Strength wraps me lack a blanket and stills my heart with grace, I find a gentle knowing that triumphs o’er all I face.

Why can’t my strength be malleable? Why can’t I plan ahead? I want to safely say, I’ve got things covered – for this day! Yet, life gets complicated. It’s an act of faith. I need to trust you as my friend and hope in God again.

So once again I’m feeling weak, a cry arising shrill. I need to ask a favour, for strength along the way. I stumble blindly, needing help and wishing for a blessing strong. I lift my face, feel your caress, and drink in deep of that which flows, mysterious fountains,  granting freshness in my drought below.

Author – Bill Tidsbury