On being the One.

Young girl with eyes so bright,

listens with hope instead of fright.

The hope is strong, I can feel the shift,

of power found, of dreams that lift.

The spirit deep within her feels,

the awakening hint of sparks that flare.

She senses deep within a force.

that yearns for her to dance of course!

The music hints of a grander role,

so tied to dreams once only mourned.

Her breath at moments, is caught and held,

as mystery sings and her heart just rings.

It all connects with the Spirit’s breath,

whose fire inspires as she flees her death.

The power flows freely to break the chains,

of life that’s lived under fears domain.

 

She sits up straighter-

her eyes are clear!

There’s steel in her backbone!

There’s strength in her arm!

She’s stepped out of passive

she’s ready to run,

with dreams that inspire

to actually become!

 

The sun still is shining, the rain will still fall,

but she has become the valiant, the One!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Reaching Beyond

Eyes that sing even when heart’s still weighed.

Eyes that open hope’s grace while frayed.

Heart that battles to live with light

even though mercy has taken flight.

 

Smile that reaches beyond the form.

Smile that sings during the storm.

Body though bent and doubled with age,

still has strength to shatter the cage.

 

Hand that reaches out to caress.

Hand that’s broken yet still can bless.

Spirit undaunted that’s framed to shine,

all of the wonder of what’s sublime.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Living still

Peace is a feeling

that rests in my gut.

Quiet is gentle

and never acts rough.

Stillness feels soothing

when tremor’s fear sears.

Rest is the trust

in a child’s sweet sigh.

 

Peace is a river

that gentles my heart.

Quiet is a mist

that blankets my sighs.

Stillness is a sea

that’s smooth as glass.

Rest is a well

that is crystal and sure.

 

Peace is eternal

and answers life’s call.

Quiet is the whisper

of the Father’s sweet hush.

Stillness is the comfort

of the Lover’s caress.

Rest is the answer

when the Spirit does bless.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Eyes so bright

Eyes that see, eyes that weep, the colours vary widely.

The tears that fall will always flow with such great clarity!

Eyes moving blindly, eyes seeing nothing, wander across the globe.

Sorrow and hardship come together, stealing away the soul.

Eyes that shine. Eyes so bright. They shine inside my soul.

The wonder of the brilliant touch of sight that makes me whole.

Eyes that see me, as they brush me, seeming just out of sight.

Spirit’s vision creating history, while darkness invades below.

Eyes, they charm me, eyes that catch me, always by my side;

the grace of living well connected, within the realm of love.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Imagination

Imagination -inspiration’s rush!

It all just happens in a flash.

Certainties explode within life’s bedrock

as transposition breaks normalcy’s hush.

The shift is sudden, the growth absurd,

as light travels faster than what’s observed.

Time bows its head as vision clears

so what is seen is left behind for what will be!

My spirit soars above the plain;

I see both as I was and what I’ll be.

I dwell within a paradox

that “mind” tries desperately to quell.

Will I live free

or settle back and in my dullness be?

Author – Bill Tidsbury