Securely me

Honesty moves a Daddy’s heart. He sees me as I am – so why shouldn’t I? Since this one who loves, first touched my being, He’s ever only called me into dreams.

Transparency is hard to value, when others seem quick to judge. Yet when I’m in the Spirit’s presence, my flesh just tingles as His fire disrobes my shame – and I am free!

Tranquility drapes expansively as I settle into love. The one who holds my gaze has eyes that flame and yet weep tears. He died to live that I might be, forever found securely me.

Author – Bill Tidsbury


Joy of having

A peck on the cheek,

a smile that glows,

the twinkle of life

in an eye that knows.


A poke in the back,

a giggle of hope,

the joy of having

if I don’t mope.


Anticipate joy,

be ready to thrive!

I only live once-

I must be alive!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A normal day

An average day, a normal day,

I say it without thought!

It’s easy just to tramp along

and only see the past.

What is today, was yesterday,

and always seems to come.

I stop at lights, they change to green

and then the lady with the grin,

steps out while holding to

a little hand outside the school.

I quickly pass the beggar man,

he’s always sitting right beside,

the open door, that always spews,

a stream of people from the bank.

I know it well, it’s quite a show,

I see the play each day, I’m bored!!


An average day, a normal day,

it’s always quite unique.

I walk along with keen eyes bright,

and watch for sparkle’s glowing wake.

When e’re I see that glistening sight,

I sense my wonder now in flight.

I savour joy’s expectancy,

as suddenly the atmosphere

transforms in colour’s interplay.

A kiss exchanged, a lover found;

the embrace of a warrior strong;

a pet leaps out and wags its tail;

a child delights as chortles soar.

The grace of life’s eternity

begins as beauty shapes my stance.

I am this day’s vitality!

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

Fresh surprises

Frogs that croak and echo loudly,

such a raucous trumpet noise,

in the evening as the breeze soothes –

reflection’s time to be alive.


Crickets singing, chorus playing,

Fills the air as mosquitos buzz,

Trees that rustle, whispering sweetly,

bringing evening’s fresh surprises.


Peace envelopes, spirit dances,

as quiet pirouettes to please.

Life bubbles up releasing stresses

as mystery sings hope’s pregnant change.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Reaching beyond

I love you, my precious winsome one. You are the wind that flows over my world, shaping the trees, shaking the leaves, caressing the grasses, battering the ridge rocks, and moving the clouds.

You are my sun, warming my back, lighting my day, causing life to flourish and warming the cold things to become updrafts to your glory. You are the essence of the vastness of the world from a mountaintop. You stitch my horizons and seal me under the canopy of heaven.

You are the delight of life and the curiosity in a wondering eye, the tenderness of a love expressed, the joy of abandonment, the laughter of freedom, the bubble of surprise, and the steady hand of comfort.

You are mine and I am yours. I choose to live in that place, that moment of being yours!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

( An excerpt from my journals – seeking to express the felt connection  to the spiritual reality of the vastness of that being who exists outside of my natural world and lives in spirit.)