Solutions

Chaos –

rushing currents,

clashing in violence

as beauty weeps – shunned.

Purpose is lost so quickly!

Swirling motion dampens dream’s creative hope.

Choking pollution blinds the mind to vision’s life.

Expectancy arises, aroused by laughter’s joy.

Songs spark curiosity’s delightful vibe.

Beauty dries her tears

as birth quickens

 legacy’s voice.

Synchronicity!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Still Entwined

The crash of pain as thief’s violent shock,

opens wide deep wounds from history’s womb.

The crashing wave looms over all that’s dear,

We brace in rage, fearing crushing loss.

Yet ache to rest in lost fairytale’s bliss.

 

The welcome warmth of a heartfelt hug

that connects my heart, giving life to hope.

Spontaneous moments when our spirits join,

I feel the flow from life’s gracious source,

so stand renewed within destiny’s course.

 

The crash of pain … The warmth of heart.

The open wounds …. The balm of love.

The wave that looms … The Spirit’s touch.

The rage we feel …. The flame of life.

 

We are bound together, in grief or joy.

We live connected in the maze of life.

We seek escape and rush to pain,

while holding fast to crumbling fame.

Yet while entwined, I can still be “me”,

to live authentic, transformed and so free.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

The Wind

When the wind sweeps its fingers through my hair

I feel the brush of distant fields.

It wraps me in the scent embrace

of things I still hold dear.

 

It draws my mind to clover fields

and strolls beneath an open sky.

It soothes my mental chaos with

the scent of pine that looms above

while settling into peace.

 

It paints upon the canvas of my heart,

such scenes of love and aromatic joy.

They sweep me up to mountain peaks.

The cool brisk wind that sings and roars,

as height’s majestic view unfolds

beneath my overhanging toes.

 

It teases memories of another wind

I’ve felt within as spirit soared.

A sweeping lift, that opens sights

of things I’ve dreamed but never seen.

I shift perspective as I rise

as singing swirls of whispered joy,

births tantalizing life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Perfection

Perfection looks so different

as I try it on for size.

I stand before the mirror

and pose with what’s outside!

There are those who’re smarter still,

they’ve learned to use technology

to sketch the ideal pose.

I’ve known those who simply make

perfection stretch o’er that which is.

While others have a loftier goal

and seek to make things hide.

I chose to paint the outside,

with glitter paint so bright,

while inside me I hid and cried,

with my heart all cold and dry.

Then one day I heard  the muse,

simply and profoundly say –

perfection’s best is simply met

in grace’s mercy healing stream –

transparently – without a fee.

I’m made uniquely,

there’s really only one of me.

The value found is not in clones,

but in my own delightful joy,

living fully “me” and now made whole.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A moment shifts

Revelation –  awakens most unusually!

People swarm, seeking something new

as I wander with them blind and so afraid.

Then a moment  shifts my senses,

to explore a world I haven’t seen.

The marvel is, it entices me to fly!

I have stepped across a threshold

and find His whisper shifting my despair.

Now, electric is my present,

while I sense a tremble rising,

I muster up my courage

to leave the norms behind.

Stepping through I’m wakened by this lightening

that’s expansive and sublime,

opening possibility’s connection

to my destiny’s design.

I’m marvelling in the wonder

as my spirit meshes into Life.

I embrace the grace of heaven

as I dance with joy inside my head.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Meeting life

I met a girl. She’s just 15.

She’s pregnant now but this began at just fourteen.

She was deserted by a hurting mom running from the pain.

Sorrow -she’s never gone to school.

Nobody cared!

Yet she is bright and has a smile.

She found a mom to whom she clings

She is after all a mom who’s just a girl.

And so she lives for what will be.

Resilience lies within the young.

 

I met a woman. She’s actually so strong.

Yet when she sat in deep despair , alone

(it’s tragic how life can bring us there!).

She lost her heart, she settled deep and sought to hide.

She lost herself and soon forgot the beauty of her spirit’s fire.

She gave up life!

Yet body still refused to die.

A friend reached out. Reawakened spirit’s home.

The light returned into her eyes.

Journey’s pain can seem so strong!

 

I met a lover. She’s now quite old.

Her skin has shrivelled, her joints so full of pain.

This broken world has ground her heart all through her journey long.

And so she swings, in fragile grace within a hammock bed.

I thought  I‘d find despair!

But when I looked into her eyes, I found a twinkle lying there.

A life of joy sprang out to sing, of what a wonder life has been;

the memories, of friends and hope,

the treasure of her dreams now seen.

For, three sweet children come to sing with her and dream.

Author – Bill Tidsbury