Breath of Life

Waiting-

peaceful,-quiet –

His presence fills.

Deep breath; sweet intimacy-

I am yours, you’re mine.

Out of rest speaks quiet joy.

Fullness of God; grace given; thirst quenched.

Looking outwards, new days open door.

Breath of Life. Grace shared!

Living vitality, sparkling eyes,

dancing with curiosity!

Touching hearts.

Present!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Feeling hopeful

Children racing, small ones learning, it all becomes a merry whirl.

Life is lived at pace unheard of, in the great big adult world.

When you focus on the brilliance, wonder slides on like a glove,

you can find the hours fleeing as you fill your day in love.

 

When we think of things that drain us, when we ponder on how life whirls,

we so quickly sense the horror, lurking, drawing us down in swirls.

When I tire, and feel unfocused; when I yearn for life that glows,

that is when I need awaking- “Save me from this icy floe!”

 

When the day ends, children mellow, when the energy’s all been spent.

They will look at you with wonder, snuggle up to know they’re loved.

They are hopeful, they are resting, knowing certain that you will tend,

all their treasures ’til the morrow,when this night comes to an end.

 

So again, I’m feeling hopeful, that each day will greet the sun.

I will greet the joy of living, in the dance with youth who hum.

I can spend without despairing,  that my heart will turn to dust.

You’re the one who holds me dearly as  I settle into trust.

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

Peace on Earth

Peace and silence are not synonymous. At times we confuse the two. Silence is the absence of sound, of disturbing vibes. Peace is a presence -a communion- with tranquility, with hope and with the warm acceptance of love. Peace is relational – not just sensory stillness. Peace is an expression of vibrant interconnectedness, identity and a meaningful journey. Silence can provide a  break; Peace is one of the foundations for life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Colour’s reminder

Yellow,

the brilliance

trapped within the source

of light with life and radiance.

 

Blue,

the grace

that lights the heavens

when all is clear and life is light.

 

Purple,

a colour

that kids who play

paint for the dragon fierce who cries!

 

Red,

the pain,

the sacrifice that’s given

to bring to life the love that’s joy.

 

Golden orange,

the blessing

of day’s grand end

when darkness comes to dance with dreams.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

New ways

What feels so dry and cold,

and shrivelled into naught,

is often just the work of hate,

that seeks to dominate.

Yet when a gentle soul is found,

and rain falls in the space,

What seemed so barren and forlorn

becomes a garden place.

 

The value’s not within the rain,

that falls from God above.

The precious gift lies silent

within what seems a grave.

Yet when the grace of fresh delight

rains down with life’s invite,

the treasure buried, leaps alive,

to fashion a bolder phase.

 

The seed and soil only needs

the kiss of moisture’s life.

It waits for an eternity

to manifest its light.

And when the moment of release

springs up with glorious ease,

the wonder of identity

sashays – dancing fluidly!

Author – Bill Tidsbury