Feeling hopeful

Children racing, small ones learning, it all becomes a merry whirl.

Life is lived at pace unheard of, in the great big adult world.

When you focus on the brilliance, wonder slides on like a glove,

you can find the hours fleeing as you fill your day in love.

 

When we think of things that drain us, when we ponder on how life whirls,

we so quickly sense the horror, lurking, drawing us down in swirls.

When I tire, and feel unfocused; when I yearn for life that glows,

that is when I need awaking- “Save me from this icy floe!”

 

When the day ends, children mellow, when the energy’s all been spent.

They will look at you with wonder, snuggle up to know they’re loved.

They are hopeful, they are resting, knowing certain that you will tend,

all their treasures ’til the morrow,when this night comes to an end.

 

So again, I’m feeling hopeful, that each day will greet the sun.

I will greet the joy of living, in the dance with youth who hum.

I can spend without despairing,  that my heart will turn to dust.

You’re the one who holds me dearly as  I settle into trust.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Journey on

The urge to scatter

is childish most sure.

It grasps the useful

then throws it out the door.

 

The call to gather

is harder to discern,

It bends my heart

to listen and to learn.

 

To choose direction

is often done in fear.

It makes me leap

with no sense of disaster!

 

To journey on

is life that lives to gather.

It tames the fear

and courage grants me laughter.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Thunder’s pulse

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

Rising on wings

To look into eyes, you know you can trust,

to rest in the wonder of You,

it is such a journey, to walk hand in hand

and quiet my soul in your heart.

To laugh in your smile, to be face to face,

to open up wide and feel free,

its great just to dance in the bliss of embrace,

and feel that its great to be me.

 

To feel your heart pound, to feel your eyes gleam,

to know that I’m prized as I am,

its such a deep process to discover your fire,

to sing with your anthem that soars.

To rise up on wings, to float free and clear,

to see life from heights unexplored,

the mystery allures and sparkles with joy,

as who I am blends with your roar.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Sharing the wealth

It is difficult , if not impossible to live wisely when we have been blessed with riches of any kind. This applies as much as to the riches of family connectedness and friendships as to things like wealth, comfort or other material things.

When we become rich, we commonly blind ourselves to our own empowerment and believe that we have received something readily available to all. We blame others who do not have, for their perceived failure in not taking hold of that which we so easily grasped.

We fail to recognize that our great wealth is itself part of their problem!!

We live in a world where things are not distributed evenly to all. What a surprise! Yet, it is so obvious in our world. Nature is framed around areas of need/scarcity and areas of superabundance.  This relates to any resource. Water – there are deserts and there are rainforests. There are areas of rich farmland and areas of barren rock. There are place of warmth and places of cold. We live in the midst of diversity.

The world of humanity is also constructed in a similar vein. We know people who are gifted in music, and those who are tone deaf! We have people who are emotionally intuitive and those who are baffled by emotions. We see people who make wealth easily and we have people who struggle to sell their produce. We are impressed by people who are great leaders and motivators and wonder about those who sit in quiet meditation contemplating mathematical secrets. All  rich in their own unique way and generally, all unable to comprehend the incapacity of others to move so easily in what is their own area of strength.

Our riches are given to each of us as a gift to be shared!

The world is created as a context for building interdependence. We learn of the beauty of our differences by contributing our giftedness, our wealth that comes so easily to ourselves, as a generous outflow to those around us. They need the very thing we take for granted in our own internal world.

Yet, our brokenness, causes us to look with suspicion on others who are different from ourselves. We live as orphans. We live as strangers within castles built on fears. We peer at each other and hoard our riches in case of some great scarcity that may arise in an emergency in the future. All the while, creating the emergency, as we starve each other of the needed interdependence that would cause all our lives to flourish.

We hide, and protect ourselves and slowly starve ourselves and our world, all the while blaming the others for not having the wonderful wealth that I have stashed so carefully in my own castle. I blame them for seeking this wealth from me, the one who hoards what came so easily in a world of want. And I silently cry at night for the desperate starving in my soul that hungers for that which dwells within another castle – separated from my heart by walls.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Letting “being” rise

Quiet night, crickets chirp and jam,

Ocean breezes drift across my way.

Star are bright, as peace writes in the sand.

My heart is resting as pressures fade!

 

Surf’s a rumble, distant – far away,

Yet it’s rhythm creates a comfort true.

Accepting each new instant’s sonnet,

Breathes in me the need to hope anew.

 

Resting, always in a moment.

Breathing slowly, letting “being” rise.

Being anchored in the grace of heaven,

while you whisper gently by my side.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Unpredicted futures

Swell surges, as the water ferry slowly rises,

It is a beautiful day on Caribbean waters!

Sunlight sparkles as the ripples glisten,

silver glitter on the deep blue sea.

 

Wake unfolds as the mountains fade behind,

a streak of white in a field of blue.

The direction is certain, uncertainty lies ahead,

Waiting for an unpredicted future to unfold.

 

Settled gently on a tropical island paradise,

Life’s gifts come through forks along the way.

Receiving gratefully, that which was unplanned,

opens joy’s tranquility to hearts that are aligned.

Author – Bill Tidsbury