Life within me

Life within me , life around me, life that flows in endless ways. I am laughing, I am soaring, in this wonder quite divine. It astounds me, it confounds me, it sure sparkles up my days. I am vital, I dance slowly as I float away in praise!

Life is seeing, in your eyes the slow undoing of pain’s surprise. Life is being, in all my senses, captivating  beauty’s gaze. As I blossom and as I flourish, in the abundance of a kiss so sweet, I am settled in the knowing I am found and made complete !

Life exploding in its essence, it defines all things before. It is painting, and creating, such a story of renown. I can lift up hands that hang down, I can leap upon what’s dark. I am warring for the wonder of this love that’s made me spark.

Life within me, life around me, life that flows in  endless ways. I am settled in accepting, of this destiny engraved. I’m contagious, I”m spontaneous, and my journey has just begun. Now exploring the glorious notion of this unity profound.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Weeping

Desperation,

the sound of a woman

weeping,

caught between hunger

and the fear of what comes.

When poverty chokes

and there is no hope-

who do you turn to

for help that ends pain?

 

Choices,

I’m sleeping

with someone who grants food

to my little baby,

and shelter from rain.

When love is a phantom

and pain is my friend,

how can I dream

of innocence so clean?

 

Grasping,

I’m reaching to touch.

Feeling,

even one ounce of love.

Haunted, thirst is profound.

Why can’t you see?

Why won’t you help?

Why does my role play

not reach to your heart?

 

Peace,

shares my weeping.

Embrace,

wraps my heart.

Presence breathes – “I belong”.

Moments so precious,

seem easily lost.

Why can’t the world just stop?

 

Change,

comes with longing.

Life,

breathes in grace

as I shift how I see.

What keeps me hoping?

How will I laugh?

When will my spirit

sense home is my friend?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope’s joy

One little girl, gives me a hug.

It’s trust you know,

when innocence feels grace

and rests.

 

A tired mommy prays in hope,

living to give.

Dreams are birthed as she sings.

Faith knows!

 

Friends embrace as tears flow down.

Solace draws out pain.

Grief shared soothes death’s raw blow

graciously.

 

A wrinkled face begins to bloom.

Life is renewed

as caring hearts listen

and grin.

 

Two lovers meet with bated breath.

Heart’s life dances

while gentle love captures

hope’s joy.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Not the Same

Apples come in different shapes.

They hide behind their colours too.

Each one distinct and yet alike,

create a symphony that brings delight.

 

Mangos I have found

salute this custom so profound.

They all hang high up in a tree,

when eaten, have such individuality.

 

And then of course there is the face.

We all have one –  I think it’s grace!

Yet how it is I fathom not,

With just a smile – derail my thought!

 

And what about that sense of mirth,

It crops up with such violent birth.

It’s spasm’s quivers are quite unique.

Yet all enjoy its invasive tweak.

 

When I surprise a latin scamp,

I am amazed at backwoods imps,

they look at me from neath the table

cause I have skin that’s white not sable!

 

Women when in violence raised,

can see with dread these men who haze.

Yet both alike need someone kind,

to heal the wound they’ve been consigned.

 

Difference is a gift most sage,

It’s grace invites to end the rage.

Cause when I feel discovery’s bliss,

Love  dances out and plants a kiss!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life moves along

Thunder rumbles, fan hums along,

Sweet mango juice slowly goes down.

Life moves along to a rhythm that’s slow

When sun warms the air and sweat trickles can flow.

Tempers flare when honour feels hurt,

Violence creates a frightening stir.

Siblings fear palpable, knowing what comes.

Life becomes short when hate makes you run.

 

Lizard sits staring, bobbing it’s head.

Funny display of this sense he’s so strong.

A moment of challenge, and soon there is flight,

to find a dark hole that is quiet and tight.

Tough men soften when kindness is shown,

to a man who is slowly killing his brain.

The fumes aren’t enticing – He sits in despair,

others secretly fearing his fate could be theirs.

 

Life has a rhythm, we each dance our tune.

Most of the time others watch and just stare.

When something greater, adds colour and flare,

we soon find ourselves in festivity’s air.

Friendship is vital, a heart that feels sunny.

The time to sit still and listen with care.

Eyes that feel open, transparent and giving,

Transform this journey to a feast that brings healing.

 

Settle in softly, enjoy the sweet juice,

Tasting the great gifts that come from His Love,

Take time just to sample, the joy that’s around.

Forever’s inviting to make “now” something sound.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

 

Birthday boy

What a wonder it is to stand upon a rural hill,

to see distant jewels shine – a city’s light that sing.

Below and all around, the glow of man’s abode,

And then above the mysteries of night’s fresh face.

 

Singing, celebrating, with friends who’re seen as poor,

I feel intimate and happy honouring a friend’s new year.

People come together, to share life as its lived,

Bound  to love and honour while overcoming fears.

 

Songs are sung for birthday boy, rich food joins the feast,

then erupts the singing for the cake that comes.

Candles burn in a humble home, the floor is only mud.

Yet the Spirit brings a treasure that money cannot buy.

 

Wrapped up in this evening as lightening flashes high,

feeling gentle rain arrive, so warm and innocent!

Coolness settles, day’s heat flees, good conversation’s flowed,

Learning life is blessed with hearts entwine; it’s good when we can love!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Small ones

Child’s view, shifts the world,

Small delights bring eyes that glow.

Hearts that sing,creating portals,

Adoring eyes shine through my soul.

 

Frustration’s shriek can pierce the wonder-

-learning that my will can’t force;

My playful brother’s not soft putty,

in my grand imaginations show!

Eyes that weep with little bruises,

it’s the bumps that startle the heart.

Comfort needed, embrace accepted,

memories bound – we’re not apart!

 

Sudden fear as buzzing critters,

swiftly intercept creative play,

Rescuers are so heroic,

when the wind drives wasps away.

Soon forgotten through giggles freedom,

Life continues in happy song.

Curious questions, open insight,

In a journey just newly sprung.

 

Resting, hoping, safe and grateful,

Love’s abode is future’s dream.

Child’s trust loosens my hearts fountain,

treasuring small ones crazy memes!

Author – Bill Tidsbury