Tin roof’s voice

Rain that falls creating mist, splashing as it does on rusted tin.

Roofs that channel grace away, preserving dry my home so frail.

Under roofs we each can live. Safe, so dry, ignoring rain.

Yet the world above us whispers -“blessing’s grace awaits your face!”

 

As the storm’s ferocious voice, gathering strength, rains down with force,

my heart invites me to step outside, to welcome fresh this caress of grace.

Mystery sings as cool breeze blows, rain’s refreshment in the midst of heat.

Here renewed, my spirit lifts, to live your joy and dance your glee.

 

I am loved, I’m known, then found. I’m free to live out way beyond

Face uplifted in the rain, my dreams take flight within my brain,

Alive to life. my destiny sings. What once was binding no longer stings!

I sense awakening . Your flow enlivening. The tin roof’s gone, so I can move on!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Bubbling stream

Expectancy

Generous gift!

Hope breathing life.

Soaring wings lifting identity.

Declaration’s power through God’s voice.

Not haunted, but called with grace.

Life’s fragile center wrapped within Love’s hands.

From rest’s strength, new found flowers!

Bubbling stream racing for destiny.

Carefree joy directing creation.

Intimate moment shared.

Gentle strength.

Released!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

The flame of trust

To trust without a guarded heart,

helps me to see beyond my fears.

There is a path of freedom here.

If only you show the way!

 

To hope that you can show me how,

releases grace to trust somehow.

Yet in the quiet, behind the walls,

I still do shiver in dread.

 

Who do I face when I cannot trust?

What is the force that blinds my eye?

Why do the chains so pull me near,

to that which thrives on fear?

 

And yet the flame of trust does burn,

and as it burns it clears my head.

I see again what beauty is,

And see my world – arisen from the dead.

 

The mystery of a fearless life,

is like a beacon on a storm tossed sea.

It pulls me in and guides me true,

To soar above and enjoy the view.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Thunder’s forecast

I was walking home in the rain last night -without an umbrella – and in the dark, with no flashlight. The power was off in the neighbourhood! I was able to just focus on  the beautiful gentle warm sprinkle that was kissing me.

Yet, as I walked I became surrounded by the flash of lightening; they were huge glistening bolts that shattered the sky. The thunder in warm tropical air is something to experience. It rumbles and shakes your soul and feels like the whole sky is being torn apart. The evening became filled with those searing moments, when every detail of each tiny pebble on the road ahead was laid bare – yet for just that fractional second before the thundering rumble of the drum from heaven beat down upon the earth. The storm seemed to be around me, upon me and within me! It was amazing.

And still, each step I took was within the tranquility of a gently falling rain. A drizzle – so at odds with the storm above.

Sometimes – Life seems like that!

I have to choose – what details will I attend to?

Will I panic at the sense of something scarier possibly coming –

 -and miss the moment of grace I am actually in?

The storm never did become the torrent that the thunder and lightening foretold!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Grace whispers

Quiet!

Sensing stillness.

Grace whispers gently.

Clamouring expectations left behind.

Accepting my choices for today.

Passing through quiet’s portal to presence.

Lingering fog of bleakness – doubting Jesus’s passion.

My chosen path embraces life’s mysteries.

Stepping into faith with longing.

Committed to transparent vitality.

Spirit’s welcome presence.

He caresses!

 Anchored.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strewn jewels

Pieces.

Strewn jewels-

light’s scattered sparkle!

Hidden patterns!  Unconscious awareness!

Groping hands seek fallen diamonds.

Collecting your soul is never easy.

Grace’s anointing transforms healing’s process into beauty.

Patience’s song sings quietly in counterpoint.

Believing to rest requires immanence.

Soul’s desire meeting hope.

Gentleness grasps me!

Face down.

Promise!

Author – Bill Tidsbury