Breath of Life

Waiting-

peaceful,-quiet –

His presence fills.

Deep breath; sweet intimacy-

I am yours, you’re mine.

Out of rest speaks quiet joy.

Fullness of God; grace given; thirst quenched.

Looking outwards, new days open door.

Breath of Life. Grace shared!

Living vitality, sparkling eyes,

dancing with curiosity!

Touching hearts.

Present!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Peace on Earth

Peace and silence are not synonymous. At times we confuse the two. Silence is the absence of sound, of disturbing vibes. Peace is a presence -a communion- with tranquility, with hope and with the warm acceptance of love. Peace is relational – not just sensory stillness. Peace is an expression of vibrant interconnectedness, identity and a meaningful journey. Silence can provide a  break; Peace is one of the foundations for life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

When we scurry

It is work to walk by thousands

always seeing never seen.

Eyes that hide while being open

afraid to meet a stranger’s gaze.

 

Wishing just for peace and shelter,

but somehow finding isolation’s rage.

Sorrows burden bringing silence.

Hiding us in death’s despair.

Pain and all its broken whispers

stretch out claws to draw out blood.

As we shelter, looking inward,

people stream by just outside.

 

It so hard to shift the focus

shifting eyes to something bright.

Hear a voice that’s somehow sweeter-

feel what stirs then bursts in song.

Colour’s textures, filter through it-

a tantalizing master piece of love!

Startle’s interruption forming –

eyes that penetrate the veil.

 

Riches can not buy the sweetness

of the effervescent kiss of light.

Being known and being welcomed

is the Spirit’s way to life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Living Gently

Day’s end drifts into the night,

clouds up high yet burning bright.

Breezes whisper peace be still,

Living gently with the flow of life.

 

Sunsets always kiss the day –

beauty’s brush of joy in play.

Then the silken night envelopes

bringing dreams to dance and say:

 

“Each event within your journey,

shapes an effervescent theme.

Delight is crafted through the process,

that ferments the sour into wine.”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Simplicity – a lense

Simplicity

is a flame – a passion that delights; to find a joy that opens wide my ignition into Life.

Simplicity

is a single focus- it has no fractured lies; to balance on this razor’s edge, creating a surprise.

Simplicity

flows from being still; to pierce delusion’s mist, my inner being opens wide liberating peace.

Simplicity

grasps my everything; I know my future in my past and become the anthem sung.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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