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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Drink Deep

Drink deep of life!

Life is real not jaded. Life is vibrant and embraces hope.

Life sees past the debris of circumstances and invites curiosity!

Life delights in twinkle, in reality – the grittiness of the journey and yet always opens the door of hope.

 

Life dwells in joy, in peace and in the hope of what others can be through grace.

Life shares a belief in others; Invites others up to the image of what they think they have lost.

 

To speak Life is to create a harmonic that has to shift things within each soul that hungers.

Speaking Life awakens the fire.

Speaking Life startles the spirit within!

Life says all is not lost.

I am heard; I’ve been responded to; I am not dead.

Vitality still has an echo within me!

 

So

 

I believe!

I believe in the beauty of Life.

I know that I know that Life is a gift and that You are its author.

I know that each expression of Life is a treasure.

It is worth everything to awaken Life –

 to delight in the startling wonder   ———   of Life emergent.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Leaving fear

When God seems distant and unaware,

when forces surge and tempers flare,

when all is dark and dread draws near,

what can make the heart not fear?

 

If Spirit laughs and then appears

transcending time as vision clears,

if mirth erupts and eyes are bright,

how does the shift dispel my fright?

 

How does my heart walk in between,

the dark of night and joy unseen?

How do I balance in the yearning

of things I hope for and yet not being?

 

When I stumble and seem to fall.

All is lost – and yet not at all.

For in that shock I left my fear.

I found that hope became my seer!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Cacerola

Pots clanging.

A noise resounds!

People roaring

detained within bounds.

Resistance uttered

Voicelessly!

 

Hope in conflict.

Please – someone hear!

Violence taunts

their every fear.

What haunts this night scene

recklessly?

 

Who will hear,

the plea that cries?

Why does apathy

grow like disease,

within many hearts

watching TV?

 

Pots clanging.

Silence isn’t golden!

Compassion unites

souls that awaken.

Unity soothes wounds –

gloriously!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Observations – Honduras in turmoil

Uncertainties bring unease,

often transforming into disease!

Broken trust is a tear,

only bringing things that scare.

Shattered hope dies with a scream

and darkness rapes like some fierce dream.

So a hurting, broken place

can no longer find its face.

 

Soundless pain erupts in flame.

fear prowls round not feeling shame.

Violence blossoms with load roars,

and tears apart the fancy stores.

People weeping from the gases,

strewn to quell the rising masses,

that have boiled out in frenzy,

to decry those having plenty.

 

Time stands still, stop the mayhem!

Hold your breath, then start to breathe.

Justice needs a veteran army,

those, the willing to simply be –

hearts unshaken, hands united,

seeking legacy that has been freed.

Future’s vision calls a people-

“grasp ahold of  something simple-

 

We need each other – you and I!”

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

Breathing Again

I looked deep into a young women’s eyes,

she longed for love but knew it would never come.

She ached for decisions made that weren’t her own.

She cried inside.

 

I felt the deep emotion rise, of one who sees inside.

I felt the yearning heart of love, that lives above.

I felt the tears leak out my eyes, as for a moment,

She felt a sigh.

 

To sense that hope is more than words,

requires actions that aren’t absurd.

There is a mystery in Spirit’s wind, that feels like breath.

A moment comes, and walls come down,

She breathed again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury