Little girl

Little girl playing –

surprise, a stranger!

– he’s a grandpa

on the other side of glass!

Her nose is touching

the cold of window,

eyes are glinting with delight!

A little hand gesture,

a small warm smile,

is all it takes,

to spark a glow.

Life is simple,

grace will meet us,

When we breathe

inside your love.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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New ways

What feels so dry and cold,

and shrivelled into naught,

is often just the work of hate,

that seeks to dominate.

Yet when a gentle soul is found,

and rain falls in the space,

What seemed so barren and forlorn

becomes a garden place.

 

The value’s not within the rain,

that falls from God above.

The precious gift lies silent

within what seems a grave.

Yet when the grace of fresh delight

rains down with life’s invite,

the treasure buried, leaps alive,

to fashion a bolder phase.

 

The seed and soil only needs

the kiss of moisture’s life.

It waits for an eternity

to manifest its light.

And when the moment of release

springs up with glorious ease,

the wonder of identity

sashays – dancing fluidly!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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

What is my name?

A shining heart ignites a smile, when one look reminds a tender soul that they have never been forgotten.

I am built with the desire to be significant to you. I want to matter enough, to make a strong enough impression, that you remember my name. My name says you know who I am! I wasn’t just one of many in a crowd.

Nothing is so powerful, as the look of hunger and longing in a child’s face when you return to a place, as someone who in the past has spoken an encouraging word. Somehow, simple words and actions caused some spark of hope to blossom in the ravaged field of a  soul who has experienced much scarcity. The blazing furnace of longing rises in the eyes as they say “Do you remember my name?”

What spurs the leap of laughter and delight? What part of our being produces the surge of joy and the heat warming response of a fierce hug when “the” name flows out?

My tender heart, if left unwalled will always say I need you! My eyes will always look across the gulf that separates you and I.  These eyes will seek to find some link that penetrates behind the veil that mysteriously shuts us out from each other. When my soul and spirit touch that which is warm and bright within your being and I re-affirm the wonder that our two hearts have walked a lonely journey, we smile! Light glows. Sparkles dance. Music occurs and the mystery of belonging grows.

We feel the grace of our shared lives.  We know we are so different  – and yet – there is a flow that nourishes and refreshes. I sense that I am not alone. I am not forgotten. My identity, so tied to spirit, is created for this. I must belong together in communion. The thirst never goes away until together we find a way to live as beings who are intimately known.

So the unfolding blossom of a tender soul, leaps high within the rain of recognition that comes from my name remembered. I am known! I made an impact!

I am a being that is remembered – and I glow!

Author – Bill Tidsbury