A song that heals

In an instant life can change, its so sudden as I’m rearranged.

My upside down has made me frown. It’s all just turned me round and round!

As I wallow in shades of grey, my doubts explode and I’m a wraith.

I drift as if I live as dead, and wonder why my heart has dread.


When in that vague and grey abyss, I cry with wails that echo loud.

I still can hear a whisper faint, that hints a song can break my dread.

The tune so faint still never goes. It warms this heart because it knows .

That song it heals a wounded place and somehow grants me peace and bread.


I’m not alone; I never was. I’m softened by caress’s love.

When ere I look to catch that brush – I sense faint hints of things above.

I’m slowly learning I think to trust, In one who hopes for what I yearn.

The cry to flee it feels so strong, but when I trust, its then I learn.

Author – Bill Tidsbury


What plight

Locked within my known shores,

I look with wonder as others soar.

I would so love to fly up free,

while holding tight to this my way.


The blue of skies can be so pure,

It’s shocking really first to see.

The shock soon fades with eyes shut tight –

I can not leave my known shores.


A voice still whispers that I might

arise so free, and then take flight.

There’s something deep that reaches out,

I squeeze it hard in case it shouts.


I choose to live with silenced heart,

it’s safe to dwell on barren shores.

I cannot frame a different form,

than one with wings so weak and shorn.


Persistent still the voice calls out.

Reminding me of blue skies bright.

I wonder if some other day,

I might leap up and leave my plight?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Until you sneeze

Sun – when it is frosty looks so nice!

Its warm, you say –

until outside!

Cold – penetrates and burns like fire!

Fiercely resists

life’s home fire.

Light – shines in life, sparking desire;

promising hope

feeding fire.

Shame – grabs by the throat

and shakes my soul-

getting my goat!

Sun’s Life –  opens laughter with childish ease,

tickles fancy

before you sneeze!

Shame’s cold -freezes hell and shatters peace,

until you sneeze!

Now- be free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey on

The urge to scatter

is childish most sure.

It grasps the useful

then throws it out the door.


The call to gather

is harder to discern,

It bends my heart

to listen and to learn.


To choose direction

is often done in fear.

It makes me leap

with no sense of disaster!


To journey on

is life that lives to gather.

It tames the fear

and courage grants me laughter.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Humility is life


she walked in!

She was so bright and full of life.

I gasped!


I sidled up

to know this wonder of delight.

She spoke!


I stood transfixed.

She spoke of life lived differently.

I hurt!


I saw my life anew.

The trampled flowers from my feet –

I unaware!


I felt her breath!

The sweetest kiss of grace,

she gave!


I turned away!

Expecting her to follow me.

She didn’t!


I thought her fickle.

But I had left her crying!

I’m blind.


she came again.

She whispered and she sang.

I heard.


I see my need.

I can not walk alone without her heart.

She’s life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Whose choice

Choices tickle,

choices form,

in the middle

of forest’s gloom.


Instinct rises,

instinct sears,

when my urges

have no room.


Fire devours,

fire reveals,

all that’s precious

as they’re burned.


Ashes stink;

ashes flee!

Winds that howl

tear all I’ve learned.


Memory cries;

memory sighs!

When all I know

disappears in fog.


Journey grows;

journey flows!

Along the path

I find a log!


Prince arises;

prince appears!

Another’s choice

opened up this frog!

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