On being the One.

Young girl with eyes so bright,

listens with hope instead of fright.

The hope is strong, I can feel the shift,

of power found, of dreams that lift.

The spirit deep within her feels,

the awakening hint of sparks that flare.

She senses deep within a force.

that yearns for her to dance of course!

The music hints of a grander role,

so tied to dreams once only mourned.

Her breath at moments, is caught and held,

as mystery sings and her heart just rings.

It all connects with the Spirit’s breath,

whose fire inspires as she flees her death.

The power flows freely to break the chains,

of life that’s lived under fears domain.

 

She sits up straighter-

her eyes are clear!

There’s steel in her backbone!

There’s strength in her arm!

She’s stepped out of passive

she’s ready to run,

with dreams that inspire

to actually become!

 

The sun still is shining, the rain will still fall,

but she has become the valiant, the One!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Threads of beauty

In the tumult of the hectic, in the rawness of running cold, it can seem turmoil’s ceaseless pounding robs away life’s treasured gold.

I can sense the thread of beauty, flowing through the crashing waves; in these glimpses of perfection, I can grasp – I’m not a slave.

When alone the turmoil thickens, then I feel the need to roam.  When I feel your hand enfold me, it is then I find my home.

Learning quiet, as I’m racing, it’s never easy, always rough. Yet, through gentleness in wisdom,  I find a peace that is enough.

I am strong, yet also needy. I am made to rest in  you. I can reach up to the mountains when I’m energized anew.

Life can so so very fleeting. It’s the joys that make it fly. Yet these moments, when remembered, call me deep into your eyes.

How I see you and I see me, it all flows in harmony. When I settle into stillness,  I’m transformed by mystery.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Fresh surprises

Frogs that croak and echo loudly,

such a raucous trumpet noise,

in the evening as the breeze soothes –

reflection’s time to be alive.

 

Crickets singing, chorus playing,

Fills the air as mosquitos buzz,

Trees that rustle, whispering sweetly,

bringing evening’s fresh surprises.

 

Peace envelopes, spirit dances,

as quiet pirouettes to please.

Life bubbles up releasing stresses

as mystery sings hope’s pregnant change.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Rising on wings

To look into eyes, you know you can trust,

to rest in the wonder of You,

it is such a journey, to walk hand in hand

and quiet my soul in your heart.

To laugh in your smile, to be face to face,

to open up wide and feel free,

its great just to dance in the bliss of embrace,

and feel that its great to be me.

 

To feel your heart pound, to feel your eyes gleam,

to know that I’m prized as I am,

its such a deep process to discover your fire,

to sing with your anthem that soars.

To rise up on wings, to float free and clear,

to see life from heights unexplored,

the mystery allures and sparkles with joy,

as who I am blends with your roar.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Breathing Again

I looked deep into a young women’s eyes,

she longed for love but knew it would never come.

She ached for decisions made that weren’t her own.

She cried inside.

 

I felt the deep emotion rise, of one who sees inside.

I felt the yearning heart of love, that lives above.

I felt the tears leak out my eyes, as for a moment,

She felt a sigh.

 

To sense that hope is more than words,

requires actions that aren’t absurd.

There is a mystery in Spirit’s wind, that feels like breath.

A moment comes, and walls come down,

She breathed again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What is my name?

A shining heart ignites a smile, when one look reminds a tender soul that they have never been forgotten.

I am built with the desire to be significant to you. I want to matter enough, to make a strong enough impression, that you remember my name. My name says you know who I am! I wasn’t just one of many in a crowd.

Nothing is so powerful, as the look of hunger and longing in a child’s face when you return to a place, as someone who in the past has spoken an encouraging word. Somehow, simple words and actions caused some spark of hope to blossom in the ravaged field of a  soul who has experienced much scarcity. The blazing furnace of longing rises in the eyes as they say “Do you remember my name?”

What spurs the leap of laughter and delight? What part of our being produces the surge of joy and the heat warming response of a fierce hug when “the” name flows out?

My tender heart, if left unwalled will always say I need you! My eyes will always look across the gulf that separates you and I.  These eyes will seek to find some link that penetrates behind the veil that mysteriously shuts us out from each other. When my soul and spirit touch that which is warm and bright within your being and I re-affirm the wonder that our two hearts have walked a lonely journey, we smile! Light glows. Sparkles dance. Music occurs and the mystery of belonging grows.

We feel the grace of our shared lives.  We know we are so different  – and yet – there is a flow that nourishes and refreshes. I sense that I am not alone. I am not forgotten. My identity, so tied to spirit, is created for this. I must belong together in communion. The thirst never goes away until together we find a way to live as beings who are intimately known.

So the unfolding blossom of a tender soul, leaps high within the rain of recognition that comes from my name remembered. I am known! I made an impact!

I am a being that is remembered – and I glow!

Author – Bill Tidsbury