Hope’s eyes

The consternation of a father,

as a precious child cries,

its power evokes the heavens,

as he seeks to turn the tide,

and in the dungeons of his heart,

a prisoner groans,

remembering days now past,

when pain became his home.

 

The fears that ply a mother’s soul,

as hungry toddlers ask her “why”.

She has no job that brings the dough,

and so hates her life also.

The future looms with horror’s mist,

which thickens slow and grey,

then devours greedily

as silence weeps her tears.

 

And while I seek, so weak and small,

to change this moment’s need.

I come with little in my hand ,

but eyes that see a God that breathes.

Then in this nexus peace is born,

as hope’s eyes sparkle with surprise

while arms of grace so wise

heal hearts with bread that’s real.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Understanding me

Speaking seems so easy,

you just have to say some words!

The challenge comes when other’s ears

are tuned to what “they” heard.

The intent of a word or phrase

can crash from some great height,

and as the pieces scatter wide

the innocent take fright!

What lies inside of my own dream

can be so crystal clear,

and yet when viewed inside your head

it blunders in the fog!

You look at me as if I am daft,

and wonder how I could,

put two and two within your reach

and then say – “You can’t add!”

So once again I stand and speak,

to change your “heard” to what I think,

and what I see is beautiful,

so please don’t dump it down the sink!

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

Solitude’s intent

Solitude

bares the soul,

and opens wide the silence

that quiets raucous noise.

 

Quiet,

unleashes

clamouring voices within

that stir up hidden fears.

 

Voices

multiply

as I lose sight of living

and only seek to please.

 

Vision

comes as  breath.

Electric pulse that frees my heart

to be the hidden me.

 

Freedom!

Scandalous

vitality of being

that only I can see.

 

Unique,

yet in love,

with my perfect counterpart.

Together we create.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life is

Life is so fragile, I chose to protect it’s wonder with walls that drown and are hard.

Now I’ve released it alive to dance free, the glory of living – found in transparency.

 

Life is a palette so clean and unmarked. Yet quickly gets filled with colours that swirl.

The radiance mixed, paints a canvas with style while leaving the palette the work of a child!

 

Life is a whisper, caressed in my dreams – in stillness beauty can blossom serene.

So often I’ve missed it, while racing to be, somewhere important to fears that aren’t me!

 

Life is a breath, so vital yet airy. It’s substance seems missing, yet fills me with joy.

Released in the mystery of joy’s perfect heart, finds its companion to sing beauty’s art.

 

Life is a bubble, so shiny and bright. It grows and extends till grasped by  the wind.

So bright and mysterious, it floats in the breeze, till ending the journey – touching earth and leaves.

Author – Bill Tidsbury