Joy of having

A peck on the cheek,

a smile that glows,

the twinkle of life

in an eye that knows.

 

A poke in the back,

a giggle of hope,

the joy of having

if I don’t mope.

 

Anticipate joy,

be ready to thrive!

I only live once-

I must be alive!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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I didn’t know

I need , I hear, a word of praise.

I drink, I glow, it feeds my soul.

I’m shocked, I’m stopped, could this be so?

I shake it off, “it couldn’t be!”

 

I need, I see, a smile of love.

I grin, I laugh, I feel the hug.

I twist, I ask – can this be real?

I hide within, alone today.

 

I need, I sense, a gentle touch.

I’m warmed, I’m blessed, by just that brush.

I look, I’m caught – Is this your face?

I can not hide, you’re in my space!

 

I need, I love, what youI didhave done.

I wake, I twirl, inside my dream.

I hope, I reach, Is this my place?

I did not know, I dance when free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Rising on wings

To look into eyes, you know you can trust,

to rest in the wonder of You,

it is such a journey, to walk hand in hand

and quiet my soul in your heart.

To laugh in your smile, to be face to face,

to open up wide and feel free,

its great just to dance in the bliss of embrace,

and feel that its great to be me.

 

To feel your heart pound, to feel your eyes gleam,

to know that I’m prized as I am,

its such a deep process to discover your fire,

to sing with your anthem that soars.

To rise up on wings, to float free and clear,

to see life from heights unexplored,

the mystery allures and sparkles with joy,

as who I am blends with your roar.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope’s belief

Small delights as children play,

testing roles they’ll lead in life.

Adults watching stop and grin,

awkward copies of all that’s been.

 

Small boy swings with deliberate force.

His miss is awkward – brings surprise!

He still is learning that what he sees,

is different than that for which he sighs.

 

Sweet little girl loving times of peace.

resting happy in the folds of love.

Smiles that melt with hope’s belief,

that adults strong can bring relief.

 

Children teaching as they learn.

These are gifts so often spurned.

Yet if gentle hearts will learn,

that all as children must be reborn.

Author – Bill Tidsbury