At times the pull of thunder’s pulse,
can shake the senses with its surge.
Wonders splashed with colours true
seem so blinding to eyes still new,
and all around the surge of grace
dampens breath as hush takes shape
and makes the air as thick as ocean’s blue.
These times are real and open vistas pure
that say I really am alive with You.
At times the crazy way that people talk,
fills up my head with words of fluff.
The chatter and the busyness seems
designed to say life’s only memes!
The crazy way that movies plot
and then the games that leap and cheer,
all call my senses to deny
that peace exists and love is nigh.
The noise betrays my anxious heart
as things shriek out – “You’re never part!”
When suddenly, I find a moment pure,
when in an instant bright eyes smile.
They speak of life and mystery’s glee,
enveloping me with their soul’s delight.
Anew I see, that life is bright when hearts are free.
A child imagines, and young man grins,
the beauty invites the best of me
and all is right when dreams can be.
And in these eyes, I hear the vibe ,
of thunder’s roar that was outside.
The grace that drives that awesome rumble,
is the same face that sees through eyes.
I twist and see a shift in space,
to really see and not erase,
to open up to treasure’s joy
and find the seed though buried cold!
And so I feel creation’s splendour
living gritty as I taste and wonder.
Author – Bill Tidsbury