Will you join me

I glanced up high ,

the sky’s so blue!

It such a perfect hue!

It captures light

and then reflects

the wonder of this earth –

as if to say

it really is

a gift!

 

I stopped and heard

the wind that blew.

It tickled me

as if it knew

just how to brush my ear!

I feel alive

as with my eyes

I drink in colour’s wine

and sing!

 

I laughed within,

I think I’m buzzed!

This world is quite unique.

There’s ants and bugs,

and little ducks,

that cause my eyes to glow.

This gift of life,

I hold it high-

and dance!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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The Wind

When the wind sweeps its fingers through my hair

I feel the brush of distant fields.

It wraps me in the scent embrace

of things I still hold dear.

 

It draws my mind to clover fields

and strolls beneath an open sky.

It soothes my mental chaos with

the scent of pine that looms above

while settling into peace.

 

It paints upon the canvas of my heart,

such scenes of love and aromatic joy.

They sweep me up to mountain peaks.

The cool brisk wind that sings and roars,

as height’s majestic view unfolds

beneath my overhanging toes.

 

It teases memories of another wind

I’ve felt within as spirit soared.

A sweeping lift, that opens sights

of things I’ve dreamed but never seen.

I shift perspective as I rise

as singing swirls of whispered joy,

births tantalizing life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

i go

When i go

beyond words

to give voice to the awe,

there’s a place that exists that enfolds an abyss.

It’s always not far,

yet

flees from my grasp, ’til finally i know that i’ve stepped through a door.

The mind is expansive yet limited still. It simply can’t  frame things that grasp outer stars.

Yet

as i experience the surge and the bloom, i find themes unfolding as beauty sings parts.

The moment’s explosive,

and everything’s still,

while merely by breathing

i twist in my will.

Open is crazy and safe is behind, as i meld with One who’s made beauty defined.

There are 

simply          no          words,

and boxes are gone,

yet

finite is bound between sense and the mind.

Stepping beyond

is so easy

and real

when Spirit’s set free in a heart that’s not steel.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

 

Oh so free

Small parrots, loud parrots, flocking declare-

“we are the owners of all that is air!”

If life could be measured only by sound,

then surely their claim

would be their’s all year round!

 

Small lizards, fast lizards sitting in sun.

lying in pleasure  except when they run!

If life’s delight could tolerate heat,

then all of my memories

could be sampled still sweet!

 

Small child, bright child, swings unaware,

Singing so blissful without any care.

If all of my focus can dance oh so free,

then sparkles aplenty

will caress those like me!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Humility is life

Humility,

she walked in!

She was so bright and full of life.

I gasped!

Intrigued,

I sidled up

to know this wonder of delight.

She spoke!

Bewitched,

I stood transfixed.

She spoke of life lived differently.

I hurt!

Confused,

I saw my life anew.

The trampled flowers from my feet –

I unaware!

Embraced,

I felt her breath!

The sweetest kiss of grace,

she gave!

Refreshed,

I turned away!

Expecting her to follow me.

She didn’t!

Amused,

I thought her fickle.

But I had left her crying!

I’m blind.

Humility,

she came again.

She whispered and she sang.

I heard.

Challenged,

I see my need.

I can not walk alone without her heart.

She’s life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Eyes that sing

What I seek I rarely find

it really is a curiosity!

I thirst for things I can’t define

and when I drink I don’t find wine.

It slips within and causes ache

and then I wish I hadn’t tried.

 

The promise always seems alive,

I see it clearly before my eyes.

I reach to touch, the vapour goes –

now I feel the fool once more.

I want to hide; I yearn to slide,

beneath my chair and simply die.

 

Yet still the thirst won’t go away.

It is so real, it cries for more.

There’s so much water within an ocean,

yet none of it will answer thirst!

Can there be thirst without some drink,

that satisfies and doesn’t stink?

 

And so I wander seeking rest,

to drink – to find inheritance.

To grasp and hold the things that thrive,

that flourish in a heart that’s live.

I know this thirst can still be quenched,

’cause eyes that sing are satisfied!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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