Solitude’s intent

Solitude

bares the soul,

and opens wide the silence

that quiets raucous noise.

 

Quiet,

unleashes

clamouring voices within

that stir up hidden fears.

 

Voices

multiply

as I lose sight of living

and only seek to please.

 

Vision

comes as  breath.

Electric pulse that frees my heart

to be the hidden me.

 

Freedom!

Scandalous

vitality of being

that only I can see.

 

Unique,

yet in love,

with my perfect counterpart.

Together we create.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Unfurl the sail

I live in peace, I live in grace.It is a wonder to seek your face.

The air is vital with hints of fire, because of love’s ambient desire.

My spirit leaps when hope distills within the eyes of one who’s real.

The joy of heaven’s gate opened wide, that stirs alive the coals that died.

 

The smile that lights a child’s small face, when laughter’s sparkle joins the race.

The glow that shines in adoring eyes, that savour intimacy’s warm embrace.

The comfort of hands that brush and share, ignites the twinkle in heart’s that dare.

These all sing out your tender hymn that opens spirit to blessing’s whim.

 

So standing firm within the veil, I reach and leap to unfurl the sail.

The wind that lifts and shapes my course is full of life with no remorse.

I hold your hand, my life entwined, with other dear ones so inclined.

Shifting direction with surging splash, we explore horizon’s inviting rush.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

The rest of solitude

Fluorescent white, catches light as waves crash gently on the shore.

The dock is empty, the sky now gone, as stars seek room to light the gloom.

My heart is full, I rest in peace, the vast horizon faintly seen.

The days at end, there’s time to spend defining life by how I’ve been.

 

The flames leap high off to the right, a bonfire burns against the night.

It’s glow reflects in waves that swell, as they prepare to kiss the shore.

There is draw upon the eye, when in the darkness flame leaps high.

It is the way love’s call rings out, to kiss the many who live distraught.

 

I love the rest of solitude. The quiet space when thoughts can flow.

It also is a joy supreme to laugh with souls whose hearts are clean.

But more than all of these grand things, I love the space that lies between.

Your life that flows caressing me – captivated now by your identity!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Bubbling stream

Expectancy

Generous gift!

Hope breathing life.

Soaring wings lifting identity.

Declaration’s power through God’s voice.

Not haunted, but called with grace.

Life’s fragile center wrapped within Love’s hands.

From rest’s strength, new found flowers!

Bubbling stream racing for destiny.

Carefree joy directing creation.

Intimate moment shared.

Gentle strength.

Released!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Daring to live

One man lies , another man dies, fear’s breaking of trust’s fine thread.

A lie leaps from panic, it’s promise to hide, as deadly as ocean’s riptide.

 

A woman weeps and a man just sleeps, sampling their pain as they run.

We seek some release, while choked by despair, dying as we bounce downstairs.

 

A mother awakes, a baby partakes – its part of life without sleep!

A sacrifice lived, a love framed in flesh, breathes sparks that friends can nourish.

 

A boy lifts a hand, a girl takes a stand, it’s courage that makes us aware.

We feel the heroic, the craziness flowing, when hope sees love’s eyes glowing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirit strength

Subtle promptings seem to guide,

faint suggestions slip fleeting by.

I sense a breeze, a breath of life,

that pulls me to a dear heart’s sigh .

 

Eyes that look are dry and clear,

yet in their depths there lies deep fear.

A faint ephemeral wisp of hope,

it stirs within, disguised – alone.

 

No one can see, no one does feel,

yet Spirit strength bends in to heal.

To see beyond the chic facade,

and wrap a heart in arms of love.

 

An entity profound does live,

within the reach of those who stretch.

They grasp at hope in spite of dread

and meet the one whose hands died red.

 

Those red hands come embraced in me.

Warm love ignites those eyes once dead.

Real life made near by Love divine,

stirs laughter’s spring where anguish dreamed.

Author  – Bill Tidsbury