When we scurry

It is work to walk by thousands

always seeing never seen.

Eyes that hide while being open

afraid to meet a stranger’s gaze.

 

Wishing just for peace and shelter,

but somehow finding isolation’s rage.

Sorrows burden bringing silence.

Hiding us in death’s despair.

Pain and all its broken whispers

stretch out claws to draw out blood.

As we shelter, looking inward,

people stream by just outside.

 

It so hard to shift the focus

shifting eyes to something bright.

Hear a voice that’s somehow sweeter-

feel what stirs then bursts in song.

Colour’s textures, filter through it-

a tantalizing master piece of love!

Startle’s interruption forming –

eyes that penetrate the veil.

 

Riches can not buy the sweetness

of the effervescent kiss of light.

Being known and being welcomed

is the Spirit’s way to life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Leaving fear

When God seems distant and unaware,

when forces surge and tempers flare,

when all is dark and dread draws near,

what can make the heart not fear?

 

If Spirit laughs and then appears

transcending time as vision clears,

if mirth erupts and eyes are bright,

how does the shift dispel my fright?

 

How does my heart walk in between,

the dark of night and joy unseen?

How do I balance in the yearning

of things I hope for and yet not being?

 

When I stumble and seem to fall.

All is lost – and yet not at all.

For in that shock I left my fear.

I found that hope became my seer!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Breathing Again

I looked deep into a young women’s eyes,

she longed for love but knew it would never come.

She ached for decisions made that weren’t her own.

She cried inside.

 

I felt the deep emotion rise, of one who sees inside.

I felt the yearning heart of love, that lives above.

I felt the tears leak out my eyes, as for a moment,

She felt a sigh.

 

To sense that hope is more than words,

requires actions that aren’t absurd.

There is a mystery in Spirit’s wind, that feels like breath.

A moment comes, and walls come down,

She breathed again.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Unfurl the sail

I live in peace, I live in grace.It is a wonder to seek your face.

The air is vital with hints of fire, because of love’s ambient desire.

My spirit leaps when hope distills within the eyes of one who’s real.

The joy of heaven’s gate opened wide, that stirs alive the coals that died.

 

The smile that lights a child’s small face, when laughter’s sparkle joins the race.

The glow that shines in adoring eyes, that savour intimacy’s warm embrace.

The comfort of hands that brush and share, ignites the twinkle in heart’s that dare.

These all sing out your tender hymn that opens spirit to blessing’s whim.

 

So standing firm within the veil, I reach and leap to unfurl the sail.

The wind that lifts and shapes my course is full of life with no remorse.

I hold your hand, my life entwined, with other dear ones so inclined.

Shifting direction with surging splash, we explore horizon’s inviting rush.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Grace whispers

Quiet!

Sensing stillness.

Grace whispers gently.

Clamouring expectations left behind.

Accepting my choices for today.

Passing through quiet’s portal to presence.

Lingering fog of bleakness – doubting Jesus’s passion.

My chosen path embraces life’s mysteries.

Stepping into faith with longing.

Committed to transparent vitality.

Spirit’s welcome presence.

He caresses!

 Anchored.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey’s grace

Invitation.

Spirit’s flow!

Stepping into destiny.

Sliding into water’s joy.

Rising into peaceful floating rest.

Sonlight dappled presence, granting colours life.

Eyes wide open, drawn into Journey’s grace.

Feel the tug as waters shift.

River’s joy seeking full release.

Knitted souls, embracing freedom.

Eyes on fire!

Today’s forever-

opening.

Author – Bill Tidsbury