Heart’s that can be lifted upward,
yearn to see the light of day.
When they feel the Spirit’s urging,
they can breathe and so can say:
“I was drowning, scared, uncertain,
when a light shone clear as day.
Now I’m joyful, in this moment
as I dance upon my grave.’
Little words and fingers touching,
say that fragile trust’s been born.
Chains of shame lie shattered, silent.
Instead of shame, now, honour’s fame
sings with intimacy’s connection’s won.
Recognition is never status,
it is heart’s delighted trust
in one who gives and doesn’t run.
Honour’s blessing is often hidden,
as I walk life’s dusty trails.
I am living, simply giving,
who I am, with this jaded orb!
Yet the tendrils of love’s fragrance,
is a force that builds with time,
as my heart is more transparent,
and my eyes just won’t be blind.
Author – Bill Tidsbury