Dreaming

Tentative-

looking within your eyes.

Cautious-

will you choose to know?

Hopeful-

life is a gift best shared.

Dreaming-

the beauty of friendship rare!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Colour’s exploding ( a community event with paint and bright chalk powder )

One announcement celebrates life-

little children pouring in.

Hope’s alive when hands reach out –

child delights when safe.

Big strong muscles used to enforce,

now lift high with laughing joy.

Hearts once hard

form sweet chocolate’s grace,

as kids cling close

and feel heart’s embrace.

 

Running, yelling- hectic surge,

heart’s are racing,

chalk dust swirls.

Then within the whirling craze,

steps a face –

that’s pink and green,

smeared by laughing tiny hands.

Bright eyes shining,

heart’s enthralled,

big fighter rises-

soaring on adoring eyes.

A moment caught and treasured still,

when for an hour, a warrior found

his life made whole

through a child’s soul.

Author- Bill Tidsbury

Reaching Beyond

Eyes that sing even when heart’s still weighed.

Eyes that open hope’s grace while frayed.

Heart that battles to live with light

even though mercy has taken flight.

 

Smile that reaches beyond the form.

Smile that sings during the storm.

Body though bent and doubled with age,

still has strength to shatter the cage.

 

Hand that reaches out to caress.

Hand that’s broken yet still can bless.

Spirit undaunted that’s framed to shine,

all of the wonder of what’s sublime.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope endures

Children cry, children need,

they feel the pain of broken dreams.

Eyes so clear, can cloud with shame,

with just a word that rips their frame.

Still so eager to forgive,

they hug, they hold while yet they bleed.

Hunger comes,  within neglect,

bruises formed by pain’s regret.

Rage’s flayings  fill their hearts-

still, one sparkle ignites a start.

Curious eyes, just won’t go out,

while hope endures – resisting doubt.

Senses are tuned to those who care,

in just one moment, they leap and dare.

The heart is framed, to drink of love,

To feels secure when eyes touch their’s.

Electricity’s current surges bright,

when someone’s kindness glows with light.

A heart is welcomed, joy’s blossom grows,

when they sense the heart that sees them soar.

Released and free, in this moment’s calm,

their hope lives on – yet the war’s not done.

Promise hinted, in a broken world.

A treasure of hope – just waiting for one.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Child’s gift

One little smile,

charming and sweet,

shines from a girl.

coming to greet me.

Eyes while haunted

by life’s brutal mess,

still see with hope

and believe I’m the best.

A scampering motion,

and next she’s embraced,

by arms that receive her

with joy she’s released.

Contagious, infectious,

she lives with no shame.

She hasn’t yet learned

that she’s poor with no name.

Alive, still believing

in this day’s rich grace.

Enjoying the laughter

with mud on her face.

She twinkles with brilliance,

her heart so alive.

She’s blessing the world

with life from above.

Today I’ve received

a gift in my being

in the face of a child-

unbound, still believing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Bubbles

Trapped in a bubble,safe and secure,

the evils I know bring pain that’s routine.

My world is secure, it has limits and end,

I don’t have to worry about things I can’t bend.

Yet out there beyond, I sense a delight ,

the sparkle’s astounding and scares me with light.

The tug is intriguing, so winsome and cheery,

yet with it brings change so don’t want to hurry.

 

I’ve stepped out of bubbles, before in my youth.

I’ve sampled the vastness of life in the raw.

I’ve tasted delight and then grief that has seared.

So I’ve chosen this safety, even though it seems weird!

I know that I live in the waste of my fears.

I know that I’m drowning within my own tears.

I know that my heart feels shrivelled and cold.

Yet why can’t I go with this urge to be bold?

 

And so I sit aching, my heart groans and fights.

I know that I need love and hope that gives life.

I reach out with trembling, to grasp something new,

then withdrew in frenzy ‘cause fear’s monster grew!

So sitting with knees drawn and grief in my heart,

I wait here for someone to aide me to start.

I know I am ready, I’m needing to leave,

this bubble that’s trapped me behind walls of fear.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

The road it winds

This journey takes me upward,

through winding hilly roads.

At times the way seems bumpy

and ever so full of holes.

The road it winds through vales and dips

and then at times among the peaks.

It rambles by steep creeks that roar

and suddenly opens to views that soar.

I never know just what will come,

each turn is different and mostly fun.

Yet there are times of great distress

when fear rides close, with knuckles white.

My heart turns cold, I’ve slid on ice,

I sense I’m at the very edge –

and I’m about to die!

Yet, still I live and find I’m more

prepared than ever I’ve been before.

So as I wake on this new morn

I feel alive and newly born.

I will declare my birthright’s role

to waltz with hope and greet your soul!

Author – Bill Tidsbury