Kissing imperfection

Release!

Command spoken.

Blessing framing reality.

Angel’s leap energizing life.

Spirit’s shower cascades in rainbows.

Wonder breathing possibility; despair’s curse silenced!

Electric realization of destiny unbound from fear.

Softened eyes seek dews glittering outlines.

Earth’s risk embraced by faith.

Intimacy’s solace – worth holding!

Hammer of Heaven

kissing imperfection –

joyously!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Beauty’s caught my eye!

Beauty sits and looks at me-

she loves to catch my eye!

Rustling faintly as she waits,

until I slip on bye.

 

Puddles full of light appear,

flocking ‘round me in suspense.

Laughter fills my heart with joy,

if only I attend!

 

Breezes whisper, dancing near-

light flickers on the leaf.

Eyes then lifted to the scene,

a kiss of coquetry!

 

Rainbows splendour, scattered wide,

Waterfall’s glorious roar.

Shaking earth sings out in bass.

This heart just gasps for more!

 

Beauty’s warmth invades my space,

and wonder’s joy starts painting.

Endless moment – now alive

– just can’t stop the smiling!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A sense of flow

The sense of flow in the Spirit of God is something quite extraordinary!

We sometimes have hopes that something will occur and we wait with delight to see if it does. However, when I am in the middle of what the Spirit of God is doing, things shift. There is a certainty of what will happen! There is a shaping of words and actions that were not in my mind moments before. I move, yet the dance is with someone who is magnificent and who leads with purposeful love. I know with bated breath that something will happen – something miraculous! Not at my behest, but out of the heart of a Daddy God who delights to bring fresh surprises as a taste of His amazing commitment to each one of us.

So the joy of the dance in the Spirit is full of surprises! It isn’t about me. It is about shifting circumstances in people’s hearts and bodies. It is all about a magnificent  being who expresses a deep desire for relationship with gentle demonstrations of His capacity to support and call out dreams and hopes. He heals brokenness in hearts, he sets people free of old bitterness and trauma in a moment of encounter. All impossible but oh so amazing to see and experience! Welcome to living as a son or daughter in a realm of Love! It is just a fun way to live!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Climate change

Coldness is its own form of aggression. Courtesy frowns on killing, but “we” all have agreed “we” can live without what “you” have to offer. Knives can not slice so keenly as the freezing burn of that cold stare. With closed hearts, we’ve agreed, be gone!

Acknowledged  – attempts to give space. It is a quiet reserve that says “I’m not sure that you can ever understand”. The vibes clearly say that you don’t belong, but it is too awkward to slam the door, so we let you in – on the edge. You can watch and we hope you won’t cause harm.

Well received is more formal.Caution’s history invokes arms length chitchat. Conversations lag as uncertainty reigns when your place is not yet assigned!. Testing evolves as partners dance seeking to safely sample this stranger’s plans – are they for good or harm? Strangers just feel awkward!

Warm embraces feel powerful. Hearts that open, eyes that see. Words sparkle as exploration’s journey meets the joy of hearts that sing. A place is found; a story is formed. Inclusion builds bridges and trust picks up hearts in its embrace.

Fire’s laughter, squeals of joy. Passion meets its echo and squanders somber silence’s dignity. Liquid joy drips on a cheek while coherence loses face. Life is vital, life feels great, when love’s elixir burns its way into the soul.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Ancient echoes

A man who falls and never rises is a man dead before his time. Pride really does come before a fall, and then a shattering encounter with frailty lashes us to die. So men wander spent and drunk, always dying, never dead. Caught between the living  hell of knowing and the oblivious death of stupor. Can hope ever live when faced with such a death?

A man swiftly sees a generous soul as a place to weep and wail; hoping for a small deposit to aid the journey down. Eyes that see in love, stop a hiding heart. Defences leap and distance quickly gains reprieve, while aching ears hear mercy and compassion’s hopeful song. Honour’s   call seems out of place. Can anything penetrate stupor’s haze?

Spirit’s song sings a deeper note than any drug can dare. Hidden treasures deep within hopeless castle’s depths stir to wakefulness. Ancient echoes of life’s full bloom, resonate within these dungeon corridors. A forgotten fragrance rises invading space and time as an ancient soul wakens up to life’s creative possibility. Can it be?

Tears pour down as memory’s journey opens wounds locked in silent agony. Hope comes uninvited to the fore. Struggle rumbles and whispers counter seditious lies that would hint life could once again be held as dear. In the balance, a future leaving legacy for dreams or the rapid slide to old oblivion. Who can win if one is weak?

Mysteries are part of darkness and this light. What seems dark can only be full of light if love’s transparency is loosed. Desperate cries that mumble unspoken grief rise before a fountain that so easily loosens deadly chains. Impossible is only found within the dark. Light plays wild and paints a dream of transformed joy. Can I believe?

Author – Bill Tidsbury