Thirteen years old

Bright eyes, gentle spirit,

something stirs within her heart.

Soft eyes, depths within,

highlight joy’s insightful grin.

 

Spirit song, awakening mind,

sparkles seem to fly around.

Spotlight, on an artist new born,

Living gentleness easily torn.

 

Whisper’s memory, echoes grace,

Love’s release lifts brown skinned face.

Wispy curl, encapsulating life,

living to bless in spite of strife.

 

Destiny surges, mystery sings,

opening up this young girls wings.

Hope’s foundation links to heaven.

Welcome, to her love’s strong haven!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Free to be with me

Life – can feel so drab and faded as my heartbreak mourns. I know I am made for something bright and clear! I’ve heard the sound of glorious music. I’ve felt the distant drums. Something thrums and stirs when Life seems withered – so bare upon the floor.

Visions – call from deep within. Light erupts with splendour unannounced.  This intrusion of colour and joy’s crescendo awakes my soul. Grasping my imagination’s screen I suddenly see beyond that which had me bound. I know I’m so alive when I see what really could be me!

Beauty – a caress that’s so evocative, yet quite ethereal, comes gently to embrace my heart. Something springs awake that really once was dead! I know I cannot help but be enchanted as I dance upon my feet, that until  today, only knew this dusty clay.

Desire – that which pulls me into, the song that sweetly marries that which roils within my being. I’ve awakened to the lie I thought so true. I’m something more than flesh and bone! I live to recreate the wonder of a world newborn upon this darkened plain.

Vitality – that which joins Life with beauty and desire. The wine of heaven breathing into this expanse, releases fragrance sweet and light, transforming bitter loss and grinding pain. I am renewed, I see that joy is always in my hand if I but set You free to be with me!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life moves along

Thunder rumbles, fan hums along,

Sweet mango juice slowly goes down.

Life moves along to a rhythm that’s slow

When sun warms the air and sweat trickles can flow.

Tempers flare when honour feels hurt,

Violence creates a frightening stir.

Siblings fear palpable, knowing what comes.

Life becomes short when hate makes you run.

 

Lizard sits staring, bobbing it’s head.

Funny display of this sense he’s so strong.

A moment of challenge, and soon there is flight,

to find a dark hole that is quiet and tight.

Tough men soften when kindness is shown,

to a man who is slowly killing his brain.

The fumes aren’t enticing – He sits in despair,

others secretly fearing his fate could be theirs.

 

Life has a rhythm, we each dance our tune.

Most of the time others watch and just stare.

When something greater, adds colour and flare,

we soon find ourselves in festivity’s air.

Friendship is vital, a heart that feels sunny.

The time to sit still and listen with care.

Eyes that feel open, transparent and giving,

Transform this journey to a feast that brings healing.

 

Settle in softly, enjoy the sweet juice,

Tasting the great gifts that come from His Love,

Take time just to sample, the joy that’s around.

Forever’s inviting to make “now” something sound.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

 

Power to Love

When I have strength, I soon can force,

my will upon the weaker link.

When I have power, I should not think,

I have been granted liberty –

To act, to move, to satisfy,

my own great ego unabashed.

 

The grace of power when truly borne,

is framing possibility’s new face.

It’s use propels a new creation,

that’s built upon a firm foundation.

To trust, to hope, release with joy,

magnificence found in another’s soul.

 

broken character can soon excuse,

the use of strength, in fact to use,

the weak, the poor unknown child,

to make my things into a pile.

I rationalize my strength as gift,

from God above, thus sinecure!

 

Yet God grants power, within the humble,

to open rusted doors in deep dark holes.

This power transforms as a gift of light,

and breathes the mystery of Life.

True power is so rarely seen,

When politics preens on graves unseen.

 

So lift a song for those who will,

to live with power and dream of grace.

Power does corrupt, when seen as strength,

to do whatever makes me great.

But when it’s cloaked in sacrifice,

It’s legacy creates tyranny’s fate.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Love that roars

Love,

exclusive, consuming,

this fire that envelopes.

Feeling,

a stirring, a roaring

that breathes fierce.

Joyful,

in singing,

a song that’s not just whispered,

I’m alive in spirit – my colours all have bloomed.

Eyes,

that pierce me, cradle me,

opening dreams within.

Tears,

that bathe me, soothing

wounds that tear this bleeding heart.

Quieted,

in sweetness,

so safe to be made new;

eternity’s sweet grace has overwritten strife!

Resting!

Vital! You make me bright.

I shiver, so delighted by your touch.

Wonder,

I’m breathless,

I stretch beyond capacity.

Sparkling!

I’m drunk,

my life’s been wired for  living;

identity’s engraved with electricity!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirit connections

Paths of light radiate in streaming fluid fire- liquid gold – Incandescent journeys through to destiny!

Light calls forth light. Glory splashes and dazzles glory. The yearning harmonies of light inviting the dance of lightness – opening childlike delight and laughter. A heart melded into symphony with Immanuel.

This is the Father’s invitation to join Him within. Intimacy, in the midst of fire! Present within a vaulted cathedral – expansive sapphire blue – harmonies coalescing into substance. Inheritance crystallized on the tendrils of faithful love – gently offered – lifted high and returning heavy with the dew of Heaven that shatters dark earthen barrenness. Life opens into the infinity of magnificent Hope.

Life of the Lover! Joy of the captivated!

Author – Bill Tidsbury