Blue Butterfly

Blue butterfly!

Simple words that fail;

iridescent glory floating through lushness.

A glimpse that startles the eye.

Flowing brilliance captivates me.

Unexpected, uninvited beauty

comes on the breeze.

Gone in that instant.

I couldn’t capture her image.

A memory – frozen in time!

So is life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury



So…. I stand on the shore of your sunshine. I look into beauty that is bright. I hear the moment of your coming, and blossom with wonder and delight. I’m invited without limits into greatness, the brush and roaring thunder of your renown. I pause at times upon the threshold ….. balanced in this moment of a heartbeat. I cannot fall back into comfort… I feel the furious stretching of resolve. I rest within the embrace of your abandon and begin living in a song I cannot sing!
The melody is vast and all expansive, the depths vibrate more than earth’s travail, the glorious exclamations pierce the heavens, and so my being creates art — with delightful laughter left in hungry hearts now fed!
Author – Bill Tidsbury


You –

your breath!

Whispers carry me.

Mysteries of your grace.

Tantalizing echoes; future intimacy tasted!

My forever – lost in you today.

Yearning bubbling up – priceless encounters; capturing- captured.

Drawn deep – answering intensity; converging glory.

Scattered to the winds — Kissed!

I can’t contain it.

Roaring wind trumpets!

Fulfilled longing.


Author – Bill Tidsbury

Fragrance of Heaven


Glimpsing life

caught by forever.

Infinity’s shore breaking now!

Mysteriously stretching beyond time’s horizon

establishing the dignity of surrender’s glory.

Free at last to breathe glorious fire.

Identity hidden within Love’s scandalous grace-

promising Heaven’s grasp of Earth!

Flowing beyond life’s compromise.

Fragrance of Heaven

touching hearts.


Author – Bill Tidsbury

Stepping into Love

So the question really is – how do I shift my heart towards becoming an open hearted lover who will treasure the gifts of intimacy that flow from your heart? These gestures are offered to me in so many diverse ways. You are constantly  opening doors of possibility because you so yearn to enter into delight and wonder with me. They come into my world through the smile of a child, the cry of a wounded soul, the crash of a wave, or the silence of a still night. Always and forever you come in.

As I pay attention to the more obvious signals of my Lover, you step closer! You open your heart in stages – both for my benefit and for the nurturing of a Love that will blossom into something that will thrill your heart. You are willing to wait for true love. Love always responds to love. And it does not open vulnerably to one who plays with other lovers. The Lover knows what he longs for – the single glance that opens shivers in His soul. The glance that is unclouded and nervously hopeful of being seen. The glance that ignites when I am seen, when my deepest dream is unlocked by a glance – and love rushes in. My heart beat accelerates, my breath catches and I wonder did I mistake that moment?? I am urged to look again – not because I am uncomfortable but because I long for it to be true. And so I look and find that He also took the second look, with exactly the same hope. Our eyes meet, our hearts reach out and touch. There is an encounter. The knowledge blossoms in  my soul,we are made for each other! I then irreversibly take dancing steps towards you- testing the waters – hoping I don’t hit that hidden reef of hesitancy.I find you never hesitate for hesitancy always stalls love!!  It is I who find my heart flood by my past and pause in mid -step. I question this wild rush. And then wonder – if I missed my moment in Love – Yet hesitancy will always be overcome as I learn to trust  in the gentle persuasion of the constancy of my Lover.

So my life journey into presence is as always – very simple. Learn to rest into my Lover and know I am known and leap when ever I sense His nearness. The quicker I leap, the more exciting the journey into presence and your delightful laughter. The contagious blaze of first love – so delirious and yet so restful to be finally found and safe – forever held. I am still and yet released to be powerful, out of the reality of your tender presence at my side, inside me, overflowing over everything in my life. Glory is always an invitation.

Author – Bill Tidsbury


A humble heart laid open,

Passion released into being;

Identity expanding into light.


The willing transformed by love

Birthing hearts devoted to worship;

The irresistible flow of fiery grace.


Prisms of iridescent colour,

Rhema words pursued by fire;

Cascading offerings from His heart.


Creative words ricocheting

Blazing trails of glory;

Exploding flames, ministers of light.


The joy of purpose fulfilled,

Immersed within heavenly realities;

Transfiguration is our destiny.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

On longing.

From my journals – summer 2016:

I grope somewhat dis-jointedly – and yet with perseverance – somehow I keep coming to a certainty that I know the “direction”!  I have tasted of You! When I brush You, I find You more than I could ever hope and long for. Something turns over in my heart. It is on such a deep level that I can not even frame it. Yet, it is foundational to my being. It forms the substance of my reality and in touching it – it shakes and resonates and resounds. I can’t even describe this location – it encompasses me! It stirs a deep yearning that is so vast that something within me quells to countenance it!

Yet, I am drawn in – even as my being scatters, unable to cope, to process that which I embrace. Even in the scattering there is a cry of loss – of longing to somehow to step in and remain – to abide. That place where my life is suspended, where eternity ravages existence and breath taking fountains erupt within impossible spaces which can not exist in my fragile frame.

So, I am still caught between what is and who You are. Knowing who I am has so much more substance than that which is. So I rest in Hope, I know whom I have believed in. I have tasted of a glory I can’t conceive. It is so beyond anything I can reach – yet, it continues to draw near – inviting me to “be”. Stillness exists within the Life which streams unseen and paints my future with colours and songs not known or described. Fullness stretches the limits of my narrow gaze – and so – I continue to be drawn in!

Author – Bill Tidsbury