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


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.)

River’s journey

Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve been fascinated by flowing water. I have built dams in snowy gutters and on sandy beaches, I have explored small canyon waterfalls and mighty rivers like the Colombia. I’ve fly fished untold reaches of many streams. In my journey l have gained fresh insight and peaceful rest in my soul through rivers.

I often see them move along as they wend their way down to the sea. They grace each one who comes there way with a greener place to relax and say – “I here can find a way to be at ease.” I sense within the gentle flow – a peace.

Yet, while they seem to gently flow, not always were they so!

This water springs so crystal clear, as in a bubbling brook the song of laughter is begun. High above in craggy heights the waters freshen flowers high. The chortling chorus  calls one and all to be refreshed and hear the joy of dance. All this clarity – mixed with just a dash of mountain spice!

A roaring crashing is the sound, as this small spring becomes a torrent bound by solid rock walls squeezing round, as forcefully with thunderous power, it breaks the rocks as falling from the heights above it carves its way to quieter ways among the earthen meadows far below.

There among the sandy banks, so many find the placid ways of some meandering gentled force that feeds the trees and brings fertility to lowland plains and peace to hearts of men.

So we are called to be the sum of these – a river that is gentled, wise, that graces life with peace while sweetly quenching thirst. Yet still within the swirls are found the echoes of a crystal spring that sings of laughter and clarity and meekly carries the echoing pound of that great power and awesome sound that forms a rainbow as it grinds the mountain down.

And so, I live!

A river flowing is part of me, The Spirit bubbles up inside of me to change my day and help all see that Life is truly such a pleasant gift.  Yet bundled still, within my being sings laughter’s melody – with hints of that unrelenting power that grinds the rock to make a way when others say -“no way!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

To Pause

When you stop and look at silver threads that cascade down from heights in trees, the silver mist that catches light becomes a brilliance that fills the sight. The wonder of a warming day, when snow has fallen, painting limbs with snowy grace that lift towards the sun. Needles glisten and then they spray their shedding glory that all may say -“that’s beautiful!”

When you pause, and breathe the sweet clear air that wraps a forest, when sun is bright and scents drift free, you feel the  lift within your heart, to know, this moment is all right. The air delights the skin that feels the warmth of sun, the cool of breeze, that promises a freshness given, that opens up a space that sighs with – “I belong!”

When you slowly turn with eyes renewed, to look at friends who share this too, you sense anew that who they are, is more important and goes beyond, the things that just a day ago demanded more of you. You feel the joy, the blessing given, of being still and laughing free, of speaking things that reconnect and whisper “I really am amazed by you!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Silky threads

Spider’s silky thread,

so tenuous at its best,

forms a gleam of silver

in the light of day.

What can seem so pretty,

harbours hidden risk,

for small and fragile beings,

who venture unaware.


Beings, big and clumsy,

stride with confidence.

Shatter threads of silver-

surprising irritants!

When two worlds connecting

are in conflict sure,

’tis the the one most forceful

dominates what’s pure.


Whether small or looming,

beings wander by.

Some are caught in conflict,

others brush on by.

In the press of living,

ignoring racket’s blare,

I see only beauty

and guard the things most rare.

Author- Bill Tidsbury

Shoe story

Smooth shoes, slippery mud,

Makes fancy dancing in the street.

Cautious stretch, so you don’t get wet,

when water plays around your feet.


O my goodness! What’s that smell?

My foot stepped on what wasn’t mud.

Now the puddle’s my best friend,

rinsing of this shame in flood!


Step along, so clean above,

yet now my shoes speak of my slog.

What once shone shiny and so clean,

seem like friends of the neighbour’s hog!!

Author – Bill Tidsbury