Letting “being” rise

Quiet night, crickets chirp and jam,

Ocean breezes drift across my way.

Star are bright, as peace writes in the sand.

My heart is resting as pressures fade!

 

Surf’s a rumble, distant – far away,

Yet it’s rhythm creates a comfort true.

Accepting each new instant’s sonnet,

Breathes in me the need to hope anew.

 

Resting, always in a moment.

Breathing slowly, letting “being” rise.

Being anchored in the grace of heaven,

while you whisper gently by my side.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Bubbling stream

Expectancy

Generous gift!

Hope breathing life.

Soaring wings lifting identity.

Declaration’s power through God’s voice.

Not haunted, but called with grace.

Life’s fragile center wrapped within Love’s hands.

From rest’s strength, new found flowers!

Bubbling stream racing for destiny.

Carefree joy directing creation.

Intimate moment shared.

Gentle strength.

Released!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strewn jewels

Pieces.

Strewn jewels-

light’s scattered sparkle!

Hidden patterns!  Unconscious awareness!

Groping hands seek fallen diamonds.

Collecting your soul is never easy.

Grace’s anointing transforms healing’s process into beauty.

Patience’s song sings quietly in counterpoint.

Believing to rest requires immanence.

Soul’s desire meeting hope.

Gentleness grasps me!

Face down.

Promise!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Storms

“What is rest?” I asked.

I heard no voice as my mind raced seeking answers!

“How do I still my mind?” I asked.

I had no peace as I wrestled to be still!

“How can I find peace?” I cried.

I found fear as my storm of despair raged wild!

Undone, I turned from deep within, to sense the storm I could not fight.

A voice said – “I am here! Peace – be still!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirituality and Presence

The essence of my reality, as I walk through life, is that I have been granted the astounding grace of being united with a human being named Jesus.  The inexplicable process of how the almighty creator became human is not something I understand. It is equally inconceivable how it is that He has chosen to draw me deep into His heart, into His reality.

I live with my feet in two worlds. One is essentially 3 dimensional and in many ways overpowering to my senses. The other is spiritual, which sounds ethereal, and yet is not. It’s substance continuously expands my awareness of what’s possible and shifts my comprehension of seeing.

As I feel heart pain and struggle and see the devastation of poverty, I do find it easy to begin to shut down – to distance myself in some way from the inhumanity of powerless poverty. Yet, I also find something surging in me as I learn to see differently. I sense the immensity of a superseding reality of a good Daddy God who actually is eager to intervene in the misery which I see. Eager to see through my eyes. He is intensely passionate about expressing Himself through my hands, through my words.

It is one thing to imagine some deity actually interested in my small interactions – it is another thing to sense power flow, to see change occur, to observe real physical miracles occur. I can sense when it happens! It isn’t about my capacity. It isn’t about the way I set my mouth or frame my words. It is tied in some yet unknown way, to my internal connection to that other world and the reality that I actually can see out of His reality into mine. When that occurs, I sense the shift in perception. I sense a shift in my internal balancing of these immense realities. I shift from hoping , to one of knowing. A certainty that flows from out side of myself and breathes anticipation and vitality!

I’m on a journey, as we all are, to understand the nature of our world. A journey to comprehend the realities of both spirit and natural. It is a journey of growth, of development. It is a journey inherently dependent on humility, on compassion, on transparency and vulnerability. All of these things do not come easily to me!

Somehow, something is morphing within my being. I am more comfortable with mystery. I am more accepting of the reality that I can’t control very much and I am prone to mistakes. I am easily confused and distracted! And yet, I am pulled in with ever increasing excitement as I taste something that is truly breath taking. Something freeing and extravagant. Something so good, I laugh every time I am brushed by His essence.

So gradually, I am learning to rest – to dwell – in quiet acceptance of the beauty of being drawn close to a mighty heart that breathes love, gentleness, compassion, goodness, laughter and creativity. A heart that is ever so eager to freely act to lighten people’s loads, with no prior requirements of any kind! A heart that is truly delightful in all its effervescence. A being that is powerful beyond comprehension, yet sits quietly as I adjust myself to the beauty of being found in Him.

Life is good. Life is rich. Life is so freeing! So I live in hope and yearn for more of the fire of His reality!!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Kissed

Captured!

Light enfolded-

kaleidoscope of beauty.

Palette pressed into white.

Uniqueness seemingly lost – blinding light!

Glorious company enthralled by lover’s blaze.

Rest comes in fullness. Everything is won.

Vastness opens to prism’s keen face.

Tumbling rainbows lift heart’s hope.

Specially “Me”! Destiny found!

Grace sculpting light.

Vitality’s embrace.

Kissed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Questions from the Journey

Why does illusion attract?

Why do I find comfort in lies?

Why does fear leap so high,

creating this hunger to hide?

How does my thinking go silly?

How does my seeing grow dim?

How do I turn down the volume,

on that voice that says it’s not right?

When do I bury my head?

When do I simply choose sleep?

When do I curl up in sorrow,

waiting for it all just to end?

Who is really my friend?

Who is the one who deceives?

Who is the one who must choose,

where my pathway will lead?

What can I do to find hope?

What can I do to just rest?

What is the way to rest in your love,

and dance through the darkness instead ?

Author – Bill Tidsbury