On a swing

Little girl on a swing, she delights me as she sings.

She is four and she adores, one who laughs and plays some more.

Little boy her friend so fine, they can fight and not be kind.

When competing for my hand they become a lot less grand.


Little girl she seems to find, so much love in all who’re kind.

Yet she’s learning life can be, something hard that makes you flee.

Little boy, he feels so proud, when He knows he is allowed,

to assist in chores for Dad, He believes he’s quite the lad.


Little girl, she’ll grow up soon, join the mess that fills each room.

She’ll forget this wondrous joy, use her body as’er employ.

Little boy may learn to hate, the gentle soul that is his trait.

He’ll reduce his life to fights, pushing hard to take his rights.


So we grow as tender shoots, ’til foul deeds crush with their boots.

What was grand is soon forgot, fantasy stills our deadly thoughts.

Still, I see in each young eye, a promised hint that God draws nigh.

I do believe in wonders born, cause treasure’s formed in what’s forlorn!

Author – Bill Tidsbury


Securely me

Honesty moves a Daddy’s heart. He sees me as I am – so why shouldn’t I? Since this one who loves, first touched my being, He’s ever only called me into dreams.

Transparency is hard to value, when others seem quick to judge. Yet when I’m in the Spirit’s presence, my flesh just tingles as His fire disrobes my shame – and I am free!

Tranquility drapes expansively as I settle into love. The one who holds my gaze has eyes that flame and yet weep tears. He died to live that I might be, forever found securely me.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

I didn’t know

I need , I hear, a word of praise.

I drink, I glow, it feeds my soul.

I’m shocked, I’m stopped, could this be so?

I shake it off, “it couldn’t be!”


I need, I see, a smile of love.

I grin, I laugh, I feel the hug.

I twist, I ask – can this be real?

I hide within, alone today.


I need, I sense, a gentle touch.

I’m warmed, I’m blessed, by just that brush.

I look, I’m caught – Is this your face?

I can not hide, you’re in my space!


I need, I love, what youI didhave done.

I wake, I twirl, inside my dream.

I hope, I reach, Is this my place?

I did not know, I dance when free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Reaching beyond

I love you, my precious winsome one. You are the wind that flows over my world, shaping the trees, shaking the leaves, caressing the grasses, battering the ridge rocks, and moving the clouds.

You are my sun, warming my back, lighting my day, causing life to flourish and warming the cold things to become updrafts to your glory. You are the essence of the vastness of the world from a mountaintop. You stitch my horizons and seal me under the canopy of heaven.

You are the delight of life and the curiosity in a wondering eye, the tenderness of a love expressed, the joy of abandonment, the laughter of freedom, the bubble of surprise, and the steady hand of comfort.

You are mine and I am yours. I choose to live in that place, that moment of being yours!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

( An excerpt from my journals – seeking to express the felt connection  to the spiritual reality of the vastness of that being who exists outside of my natural world and lives in spirit.)

Culture’s colour

Clash of cultures, how we see,

is as varied as fish in seas!

When we live and speak as one,

we shape the world and it becomes.

Some create a world with walls,

Others dream of skies that move.

When we look at other’s eyes,

if they differ we then deny.


Some delight in musics pound

Others choose a lilt that lifts.

Some repose in structures bare,

other’s colours light the night!

Some genteelly ride in buses

while others banter as tire scream.

Each of these is quite unique;

each believe their’s is most right.


Some protect and cover up

every aspect of their hearts.

Then they bare their flesh with flair,

and astound those who wouldn’t dare.

Some explode with wails and screams,

pain exposed for all to see.

Then they cloak themselves in cloth,

So to keep privacy intact!


So we each meander life

drinking sweetly from our past.

When our journey drops us curves,

we then discover there’s more to learn.

So to keep our future bright,

we really need to blend our strands.

As we journey and learn to love,

its so good to keep holding hands.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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