Light makes me grin

i sit inside, my soul enclosed,

The windows barred,

the doors secured.

The outside world it flashes by,

but i’m within

and so i hide.

 

The light i have, is rather dim.

it flickers some,

and smoulders lots.

The risk is great, to open up,

be seen as me –

even as i cry.

 

Yet trapped alone, the echoes boom;

i can’t live life

alone, untuned!

With cautious moves, and hope’s small flame,

break the catch

on shutter’s gloom.

 

The sky is blue, the sun’s on fire.

My soul swells bright,

with sun’s delight.

I peer without, so few look in!

Yet, deep within

light makes me grin.

 

The treasures many,scattered round,

they glow with sparkles

and astound!

I’m captured fresh, by who I am:

resplendent life,

with much less strife!

 

I’m free to dance, the breezes laugh,

my air is fresh,

my world is lush!

The ones who hear, my music play

look in with wonder

and they say-

 

Will you come teach us how to play!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Journey into Love: Longing

 

I never would have broken into love if longing had not dragged me from my cave.

Longing cries within my soul.

I can so easily, shut it down.

But longing is the echo of a wounded heart. I need relief, some solace from my grief!

I can choose to flee and hide,

for fear that in my search I’ll find I die.

Or

finding courage as I cry,

I move to seek what once I tasted and was sweet,

before the pain that opened grief so shut me down.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

I didn’t know

I need , I hear, a word of praise.

I drink, I glow, it feeds my soul.

I’m shocked, I’m stopped, could this be so?

I shake it off, “it couldn’t be!”

 

I need, I see, a smile of love.

I grin, I laugh, I feel the hug.

I twist, I ask – can this be real?

I hide within, alone today.

 

I need, I sense, a gentle touch.

I’m warmed, I’m blessed, by just that brush.

I look, I’m caught – Is this your face?

I can not hide, you’re in my space!

 

I need, I love, what youI didhave done.

I wake, I twirl, inside my dream.

I hope, I reach, Is this my place?

I did not know, I dance when free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Open windows

eyes, those of a child full of life, those of the poor so enduring.

those who sorrow pouring streams, those who’re merry, leak so cheery!

eyes that speak of what’s inside, tell us clearly we must not hide.

 

eyes that sparkle speak of life,

eyes that sing while glistening.

eyes that give and then caress,

leap igniting hope so sweet.

eyes that kiss are ohh most rare!

 

eyes so vacant seem so blind

eyes that need and then connive.

Always desperate so intent

shift to rob and then to hide

eyes that die while still alive.

 

eyes, they reap from what’s within.

eyes, they rouse up dreams galore.

I live life and really give

living laughter through my gaze.

eyes, they share what I will dare!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

When we scurry

It is work to walk by thousands

always seeing never seen.

Eyes that hide while being open

afraid to meet a stranger’s gaze.

 

Wishing just for peace and shelter,

but somehow finding isolation’s rage.

Sorrows burden bringing silence.

Hiding us in death’s despair.

Pain and all its broken whispers

stretch out claws to draw out blood.

As we shelter, looking inward,

people stream by just outside.

 

It so hard to shift the focus

shifting eyes to something bright.

Hear a voice that’s somehow sweeter-

feel what stirs then bursts in song.

Colour’s textures, filter through it-

a tantalizing master piece of love!

Startle’s interruption forming –

eyes that penetrate the veil.

 

Riches can not buy the sweetness

of the effervescent kiss of light.

Being known and being welcomed

is the Spirit’s way to life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Eyes that sing

What I seek I rarely find

it really is a curiosity!

I thirst for things I can’t define

and when I drink I don’t find wine.

It slips within and causes ache

and then I wish I hadn’t tried.

 

The promise always seems alive,

I see it clearly before my eyes.

I reach to touch, the vapour goes –

now I feel the fool once more.

I want to hide; I yearn to slide,

beneath my chair and simply die.

 

Yet still the thirst won’t go away.

It is so real, it cries for more.

There’s so much water within an ocean,

yet none of it will answer thirst!

Can there be thirst without some drink,

that satisfies and doesn’t stink?

 

And so I wander seeking rest,

to drink – to find inheritance.

To grasp and hold the things that thrive,

that flourish in a heart that’s live.

I know this thirst can still be quenched,

’cause eyes that sing are satisfied!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Canadian waiting room

People peer and people hide, people scurry around inside.

Busy lives occupied, and then collide! – caught in a waiting room.

Different journeys all coincide, they pull us together, side by side.

Some are sick and others tired; one is supporting while another strides.

All together in one room, waiting their turn to leave this doom.

 

Eyes are glued to cell displays, some are earnest with video games,

All can feel each other’s vibes, crowded around yet locked outside.

Brief encounters cause a smile, especially when caused by an innocent tike.

In spite of proximity, silence reigns, then there’s a giggle that doesn’t end.

Transparency’s blessing brings relief, as one small child distracts his friend.

 

Busy lives wrenched by chaotic waves, yet walls erected keep things “safe”.

People drift in with worries and fears, shrivel within because no one dares.

Kept apart by fearful restraint, tumbled lives twirl with no incident.

Alone and silent, each in turn, take harried hearts in for pills that burn.

Each of us miss the  treasure beside us, because we insist on the silence that hides us.

Author – Bill Tidsbury