Tin roof’s voice

Rain that falls creating mist, splashing as it does on rusted tin.

Roofs that channel grace away, preserving dry my home so frail.

Under roofs we each can live. Safe, so dry, ignoring rain.

Yet the world above us whispers -“blessing’s grace awaits your face!”

 

As the storm’s ferocious voice, gathering strength, rains down with force,

my heart invites me to step outside, to welcome fresh this caress of grace.

Mystery sings as cool breeze blows, rain’s refreshment in the midst of heat.

Here renewed, my spirit lifts, to live your joy and dance your glee.

 

I am loved, I’m known, then found. I’m free to live out way beyond

Face uplifted in the rain, my dreams take flight within my brain,

Alive to life. my destiny sings. What once was binding no longer stings!

I sense awakening . Your flow enlivening. The tin roof’s gone, so I can move on!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Beauty’s caught my eye!

Beauty sits and looks at me-

she loves to catch my eye!

Rustling faintly as she waits,

until I slip on bye.

 

Puddles full of light appear,

flocking ‘round me in suspense.

Laughter fills my heart with joy,

if only I attend!

 

Breezes whisper, dancing near-

light flickers on the leaf.

Eyes then lifted to the scene,

a kiss of coquetry!

 

Rainbows splendour, scattered wide,

Waterfall’s glorious roar.

Shaking earth sings out in bass.

This heart just gasps for more!

 

Beauty’s warmth invades my space,

and wonder’s joy starts painting.

Endless moment – now alive

– just can’t stop the smiling!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Birthday boy

What a wonder it is to stand upon a rural hill,

to see distant jewels shine – a city’s light that sing.

Below and all around, the glow of man’s abode,

And then above the mysteries of night’s fresh face.

 

Singing, celebrating, with friends who’re seen as poor,

I feel intimate and happy honouring a friend’s new year.

People come together, to share life as its lived,

Bound  to love and honour while overcoming fears.

 

Songs are sung for birthday boy, rich food joins the feast,

then erupts the singing for the cake that comes.

Candles burn in a humble home, the floor is only mud.

Yet the Spirit brings a treasure that money cannot buy.

 

Wrapped up in this evening as lightening flashes high,

feeling gentle rain arrive, so warm and innocent!

Coolness settles, day’s heat flees, good conversation’s flowed,

Learning life is blessed with hearts entwine; it’s good when we can love!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Love that roars

Love,

exclusive, consuming,

this fire that envelopes.

Feeling,

a stirring, a roaring

that breathes fierce.

Joyful,

in singing,

a song that’s not just whispered,

I’m alive in spirit – my colours all have bloomed.

Eyes,

that pierce me, cradle me,

opening dreams within.

Tears,

that bathe me, soothing

wounds that tear this bleeding heart.

Quieted,

in sweetness,

so safe to be made new;

eternity’s sweet grace has overwritten strife!

Resting!

Vital! You make me bright.

I shiver, so delighted by your touch.

Wonder,

I’m breathless,

I stretch beyond capacity.

Sparkling!

I’m drunk,

my life’s been wired for  living;

identity’s engraved with electricity!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Strong yet quaking

to expect, to hope, to be, to see.

i lose this all when I seem to freeze.

What “is” just seems to fade,

what “will be” then seems to rage.

Alone, uncertain – what i need is you!

Strong arms, quiet comfort,

feeling ease in spite of noise.

I know, I’m strong, that is so true;

Still here i quake!

What went wrong?

Where’s is the knave betrayal’s face has shamed?

Still in the silence,

once again I hear a song.

The song that swings my heart aloft;

that breaks again horizon’s line.

I’m free! Together with you – I am me!

To be, to see, I expect in hope.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Invitations

So…. I stand on the shore of your sunshine. I look into beauty that is bright. I hear the moment of your coming, and blossom with wonder and delight. I’m invited without limits into greatness, the brush and roaring thunder of your renown. I pause at times upon the threshold ….. balanced in this moment of a heartbeat. I cannot fall back into comfort… I feel the furious stretching of resolve. I rest within the embrace of your abandon and begin living in a song I cannot sing!
The melody is vast and all expansive, the depths vibrate more than earth’s travail, the glorious exclamations pierce the heavens, and so my being creates art — with delightful laughter left in hungry hearts now fed!
Author – Bill Tidsbury