Toads, Snakes and Hope

Toads on the sidewalk, snakes on the road, life in the tropics- a sight to behold. Sweat runs down freely, food comes with spice, you never know who’s coming over tonight! Life is much simpler, laughter is bold, even when hearts face fears never told.

Trust is a treasure, hope is a joy, people believe when life bares the soul. Children coming running, arms are thrown wide, when Freedom comes dancing with sensitive eyes. A hug breaks despair, a tear stings the eye, together is stronger with you by my side.

Water drips down, rain soaks the ground, rivers run muddy as storms shout their sound. Fruit falls down loudly, drumming tin roofs, silence is squeezed when night jams with sound. Breezes warm whispers lift heat’s heavy load, as friends relax quietly sipping what’s cold.

Meaning gives purpose, peace shatters fear, vastness entices when destiny’s near. Words shape my focus, songs lift my heart, surely becoming more than I thought. Experience widens, mentors give scope, journey’s adventure is fuelled with hope.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Thirteen years old

Bright eyes, gentle spirit,

something stirs within her heart.

Soft eyes, depths within,

highlight joy’s insightful grin.

 

Spirit song, awakening mind,

sparkles seem to fly around.

Spotlight, on an artist new born,

Living gentleness easily torn.

 

Whisper’s memory, echoes grace,

Love’s release lifts brown skinned face.

Wispy curl, encapsulating life,

living to bless in spite of strife.

 

Destiny surges, mystery sings,

opening up this young girls wings.

Hope’s foundation links to heaven.

Welcome, to her love’s strong haven!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope’s joy

One little girl, gives me a hug.

It’s trust you know,

when innocence feels grace

and rests.

 

A tired mommy prays in hope,

living to give.

Dreams are birthed as she sings.

Faith knows!

 

Friends embrace as tears flow down.

Solace draws out pain.

Grief shared soothes death’s raw blow

graciously.

 

A wrinkled face begins to bloom.

Life is renewed

as caring hearts listen

and grin.

 

Two lovers meet with bated breath.

Heart’s life dances

while gentle love captures

hope’s joy.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A different “you”

What’s in your face when you first look at me?

Why do your eyes stop? Why do you stare!

Is it because I have skin that’s so white?

Or possibly it’s just the fact that I look bright?

 

In mystery’s humility I struggle to live.

It seems contradiction to receive, when I long to give!

Yet watching your face as you give of your self,

I’m humbled and honoured to catch glimpses of grace!

 

Why do My eyes seem to meet yours with such trust?

What  do I catch when that bright smile appears?

Why does your soul seem to leap, then shed tears,

when hope turns to quicken what was lying there dead?

 

“Can I help you,” seems so much easier to say,

than, “here I come seeking advice if you may!”

Yet help, when you offer, grants me blessing and grace.

I feel so  thankful, you walk away in amaze!

 

How do I see past the fear in your eyes?

When can an act, speak peace that abides?

What can I bring, that’s a gift not a bribe,

to open the future and let your kids be alive?

 

In giving, you strengthen your heart to endure.

In receiving, I give your dignity a floor.

You step up, you grow wings, and suddenly show,

Your capable, bigger, than that “you” from before!

Author  – Bill Tidsbury

Life’s Alive!

Death and loss come crashing in,

Grief assaults in angry waves,

Life looks beautiful until

there’s pain.

Betrayal bursts in unannounced,

The floor has vanished in thin air.

What anchored hope so strong

is torn away.

Someone’s ignorance lashes out

words like weapons shatter dreams.

Future possibility now adrift

while silence cries.

Deep within still burns a fire,

Waiting only for the day,

When some glorious song arising,

surprises!

Beauty is never far from hope.

Holding hands even with dismay.

Crushing pressure sculpts the treasure-

Intentionally!

Head thrown back, wild hair flying,

Grief’s song’s swallowed up by this:

I’m not fearful, I’m all amazed,

Life’s alive!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Power to Love

When I have strength, I soon can force,

my will upon the weaker link.

When I have power, I should not think,

I have been granted liberty –

To act, to move, to satisfy,

my own great ego unabashed.

 

The grace of power when truly borne,

is framing possibility’s new face.

It’s use propels a new creation,

that’s built upon a firm foundation.

To trust, to hope, release with joy,

magnificence found in another’s soul.

 

broken character can soon excuse,

the use of strength, in fact to use,

the weak, the poor unknown child,

to make my things into a pile.

I rationalize my strength as gift,

from God above, thus sinecure!

 

Yet God grants power, within the humble,

to open rusted doors in deep dark holes.

This power transforms as a gift of light,

and breathes the mystery of Life.

True power is so rarely seen,

When politics preens on graves unseen.

 

So lift a song for those who will,

to live with power and dream of grace.

Power does corrupt, when seen as strength,

to do whatever makes me great.

But when it’s cloaked in sacrifice,

It’s legacy creates tyranny’s fate.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Tumbling words

Shoe shiner comes – desperate in heart,

Poverty’s grip is fierce. Vice’s promise lies so sterile.

Life drags amidst the barrenness -bruised and tattered.

Hope is lost, agony’s torture brings piercing cries.

Why is life so unfair?

 

Heart’s cry rises to form spoken word,

Need is real, eyes always searching.

Family’s lost -who’ll lend a hand to hope?

Words pour on, ears no longer hear!

Stories are old – well rehearsed – yet pain still grips.

True answers now seem rhetoric.

Escape! Can someone make it go away?

So hard to believe change is possible.

I sit in sorrow and share my story – again.

 

Tragedy’s blindness grips with steel

when bitterness becomes my destiny’s friend.

Words run on, eager fingers seek for more.

Yet hearts that listen heal. Quietness steps in by surprise!

In the silence something speaks.

Hope finds voice – a faint song whispers – mysteriously.

Can wisdom ever find a home

when trumpets blare panic’s song so fierce?

 

Still, quiet presence sits with faith softened eyes.

Hope is always heart’s most needed balm.

Presence is more faithful than words.

Sitting still, eyes probe beneath the words.

Gentleness speaks future’s grace! Believing.

Possibility awaits the day when choice once more awakes.

In a moment, frozen dams break wide.

Shifts occur when life seeps in.

Mercy’s caress invites the intimacy of our common bond.

 

Change dances quietly

as awakened grace shifts the tattered frame.

Dead and shattered fragments come together to dream once more.

Life is more than history’s repeated words.

Life is in the offering-

tatters lifted to a shining heart who makes all things new.

Author – Bill Tidsbury