Journey’s curves

To yield, to seek, to laugh, to love;

The journey flows between the hills.

The curves ahead obscure the view,

of what will flow from each day’s tread.

I wander through this novel place.

It’s full of beauty, of fragrance full,

with moments shifting from grey to blue.

Hearts are seen as caresses grace

the moments we share unseen.

Then, hope gives way to loss.

Darkness floods the gloom

yet, brightened by the rising moon.

Glorious day soon paints things bright.

Pastel glory shines upon the hills.

Life renewed –

time again to choose-

my dream!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Dandelion freckles

Brilliant freckles on the lawn;

glowing yellow, bright and fun.

Children love to pick and hold

common weeds that are so bold!

 

Soon the brilliance has been snuffed;

brightest colour now white fluff.

As the breezes flick and play,

little seeds just float away.

 

Cycles fill my world with zest.

Colours fade but seeds then sprout.

As I shift and dance in flight,

hope dreams big in fresh delight.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

On Leadership

Authority flows when trust unites,

with the heart that is hurting

and the brave who don’t cave.

Might never blossoms into power’s release ,

nor does chemistry vitalize strength.

It is the honour I live in

that guides hearts to yield

believing that wisdom

flows with hope from above.

 

Leaders can leap out,

warriors inspire,

when light shines upon ones who’ve given their all.

The pain of the offering ,

the gift of devotion,

shifts hearts to align with their dreams of release.

This power when poured out

upon thirsty ground, lifts up the heart broken,

to step into their call.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

To step in deep

Courage makes its home inside my head.

I never marked it’s moving in.

But one day in the silence of forgotten words,

I felt it waken and as warriors do,

with purpose and determination bright.

The stance it took tore foundations loose.

I sensed a majestic part of me

step out into the room and say-

“I feel the storm – I’ve come to shield!”

 

Desperation breathes so fierce.

I can hear its sibilant whisper

in the tumult of hard fought life.

The grinding echoes of despair

find resonance in chambers torn and bare.

The hammer blows that dash all hope,

come swiftly with intent to maim.

It chokes a child’s greatest dream

and snarls – “What made you think you could?”

 

Compassion bleeds but never dies.

It’s weird to see when you are standing by!

The heart that bleeds for those who ache,

receives an infinite supply of grace.

To step in deep, is to risk it all.

Yet in this love you are embraced.

The healing presence of hope’s kiss,

brings life to all who awake to this-

“ You are all I ever have dreamed!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Meeting life

I met a girl. She’s just 15.

She’s pregnant now but this began at just fourteen.

She was deserted by a hurting mom running from the pain.

Sorrow -she’s never gone to school.

Nobody cared!

Yet she is bright and has a smile.

She found a mom to whom she clings

She is after all a mom who’s just a girl.

And so she lives for what will be.

Resilience lies within the young.

 

I met a woman. She’s actually so strong.

Yet when she sat in deep despair , alone

(it’s tragic how life can bring us there!).

She lost her heart, she settled deep and sought to hide.

She lost herself and soon forgot the beauty of her spirit’s fire.

She gave up life!

Yet body still refused to die.

A friend reached out. Reawakened spirit’s home.

The light returned into her eyes.

Journey’s pain can seem so strong!

 

I met a lover. She’s now quite old.

Her skin has shrivelled, her joints so full of pain.

This broken world has ground her heart all through her journey long.

And so she swings, in fragile grace within a hammock bed.

I thought  I‘d find despair!

But when I looked into her eyes, I found a twinkle lying there.

A life of joy sprang out to sing, of what a wonder life has been;

the memories, of friends and hope,

the treasure of her dreams now seen.

For, three sweet children come to sing with her and dream.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Learning stillness

Waiting in stillness takes time to evolve.

At first there is clutter that doesn’t dissolve.

The stillness is riven by thunder and cloud.

What seemed just so easy , a walk in the park,

has suddenly become a battle that sparks!

 

The choice to be still stays steady on course.

The storm that has gathered is pressed down with force.

A moment of quiet, the winds fade away,

a sense of a whisper that comes from within,

encourages my being to sit still and grin!

 

The ground becomes fluid, resistance has run.

I feel grace stirring; peace kisses my face.

I welcome the shifting, as presence feels sweet.

I’m always surprised as I’m wakened to more.

I”ve spread out my wings I’m ready to explore.

 

Eternity’s vastness can simply surround.

The presence of hope makes a hush all around.

My spirit just twinkles, and life opens wide.

I’ve made a connection  with beauty’s best side.

I’m known, established and fully alive!

Autor – Bill Tidsbury

Spirit dances slow

Choices within the spirit realm can be a little scary.

I thought I knew my self!

My world runs on routine! But when a sudden twist appeared then suddenly,  I leapt off of the tracks. I found I seemed to now run blind, even when the my world was bright with light!

The shift of balance passing through the veil, is often rather quick. I sense a bit of shock and fear in finding fountains sparkling deep within!

The strong protecting walls of life are suddenly very thin! I never knew – with just a breath that rock could shimmer as if on whim!

Now, with Spirit’s brush, my world is bright and full of things unseen. I ponder – what should be my hope in seeking mystery’s delight?

Is there a danger lurking there – can things so bright be real? Or –  have I simply stumbled on a hole in someone else’s dream?

The things that I can see and feel, bring comfort to my soul.

The change occurs not just within , but leaps across to other’s grins. There is this spark, there is a flow, that paints with colours bright. And so I live with wonder’s hope -alive in nature’s rush as Spirit dances slow.

Author – Bill Tidsbury