Thirteen years old

Bright eyes, gentle spirit,

something stirs within her heart.

Soft eyes, depths within,

highlight joy’s insightful grin.

 

Spirit song, awakening mind,

sparkles seem to fly around.

Spotlight, on an artist new born,

Living gentleness easily torn.

 

Whisper’s memory, echoes grace,

Love’s release lifts brown skinned face.

Wispy curl, encapsulating life,

living to bless in spite of strife.

 

Destiny surges, mystery sings,

opening up this young girls wings.

Hope’s foundation links to heaven.

Welcome, to her love’s strong haven!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

What is life to me

Like the wildness of open country, and the thrill of mountain tops comes life in each encounter to delight my beating heart. Life steps in as vast as craggy peaks disappearing off into the haze. Yet it is captured in a meeting of the eyes, the instant when two souls engage and graciously reveal their inner core. That moment is an act of trust, of generosity, of vulnerability, of hope and of kindness shared. Just two souls greeting each other’s uniqueness – giving birth to  precious astonishment. Life shared willingly across a gulf of solitude.

Life is the warmth and serenity of a warm summer forest floor – pine scent arising, breezes meandering. It is captured in the merry sound of a tumbling brook that splashes through cool mossy canyons and lazily opens up in sun dappled pools. It is seen in the stillness of being accepted, the assurance of being – settled into identity; confident that purpose and meaning come together in my own uniqueness that releases me to smile with myself!

Life rings out in the intensity of a powerful storm, whose thunder shakes and rumbles as only tropical thunderheads do and then release torrents of rain that are warm and glorious. It is felt in the vastness of a cold starry night when stars leap out at you with brilliance;  when a shooting star trailing across the darkness shocks you with its glowing wonder, leaving you breathless. It is possessed when spirit opens up the stunning reality that experience is much vaster than any physical sense can contain. When a stretching into eternity occurs that overloads the physical circuits and shatters the boundaries of the mind. There is a vibrancy that answers dreams of beauty and produces concepts that have no words. It opens a thirst that is unquenchable and yet so surfeit – in the same breath!

Life is grasped in that flash of fear when adrenaline rushes through. An electric jolt occurs when one small step almost brings death searing into the soul. I see the place below where on the rocks I would have flown!

Life is not alone! Life is relational, Life has a name! Life’s grace is blessed, when shared and savoured as the smoothest wine. It goes down slowly and warms the palate as friends and family create a legacy of being that is written indelibly even after I no longer walk around inside this home.

This is life to me!

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

Is it Spirit or Magic?

I live in a world that longs for magic! I see the longing everywhere. It is found in movies, in video games and then sprinkled through out our media. It is captured in ads and in memes. It is a cry for solutions that fix pain and right wrongs inflicted against me. Magic opens pathways of escape and eliminates complexities in a simple stroke.

Magic involves the wonder of power. As a human being, I am intrigued by power, the ability to do something, to change something. I seek to exert control over forces that are malignant and “other” and I want to exert my desire and superimpose it on my world. I want my world to conform to my expectations – right or wrong. To put it bluntly, ultimately my fascination with magic is about my agenda and the longing to see it enforced! Many who actually would shudder to use the term “magic”, are actually eagerly seeking it – cloaked in much different terms!

True spirit is something different. For sure I can manipulate spirit to bend towards magic – it happens all the time. Yet true spirit is relational. It is forged in love. It flows out of a desire to give life away – not take it. It has its focus on releasing and empowering the originality and destiny in someone else. It honours and blesses. It delights in celebrating the wonder of you – who is so different from me. It invites me out of broken devastation and trauma and actually breathes a uniqueness known as redemption – a transformational newness. I need redemption! We all do!

This other dimensional reality of spirit is powerful and it is glorious. It transforms – not by outward magical imposition,but through internal intimacy and invitation. It is the difference between a sword fight and the electric moment when eyes meet, love flows and beauty is born in being. I don’t want magic, I long for the realization in my community of the vastness, electricity and eccentricity of life in the Spirit. It makes me smile!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Infinite Beginnings

Destiny!

Surging tide.

always pulling upward.

Spirit’s finger writing music.

Haunting echoes resonate deep within.

Marvellous intimacy inviting Courage to leap.

Faith’s moment; heart soaring without constraint.

Life is colourless unless He’s mine!

Reality bends in His presence.

Design flows with purpose.

Joyful child’s marvel.

Infinite beginnings.

Unstoppable!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Stepping through

The Spirit of God has a longing desire to release the wonder of revelational encounters to any seeking heart. But this wonder can not be released to an inflexible heart! It would only be damaged – ripped open – rather than stretched and transformed by the wonder.

It is easy to yearn for a change in circumstances, and yet, not realize that to receive the wonder of this change, I require a structure that will “stretch”. If my security is anchored in the familiar, rather than in the reality of a dynamic relationship with my Daddy God, I will only be torn free and cast into a scary, rootless oblivion!

Mercy withholds revelation from a boxed in, constrained and dogmatic mind.

The softness of love, the vibrancy and flexibility of flame, is open to any who are willing to “change state” ( the concept of going from a liquid to a gas). So I am invited to move from the natural box I have learned and step into the awe that flows in the wind of the Spirit.

To feel the heat of worship and adoration and not leave the structure of our wooden form leaves us impossibly on edge and at risk. I choose to give wing to a change of state.  I join myself to the Spirit of God – a dynamic with which I am in general not essentially familiar with as a human being bound in my culture. I then suddenly leap upwards in a  dance of flame that is full of heat and passion. What opens to me is a world far different from the hard structure of my material world.

I stretch beyond my knowing. I see with eyes that acknowledge the impossibility of what I see, even as I experience majesty beyond my comprehension. I sense my being imprinted by shaping and crafting that are tender yet impossibly life changing. I know I am marked forever by  an infinite grace and that has opened to me existence in a vibrancy I have never imagined. I settle into a peace even as I shake at the weak incapacity of my frames of reality being bent and transformed. And I know – I am known  – loved and endued with possibility I could not have foreseen even a second ago. Timeless and yet present. Explosively at peace. Joyous with an exuberance found only in intimacy, yet forever invited to love expansively.

I am drawn into revelation and I not only experience wonder – I know Him!!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Dialogue

I don’t have to be active and busy today, I’m called to rest in your peace. The world is in turmoil but never defined by the mess that taints people’s minds.

I know that the troubles I’ve seen in this place, bring sorrow untold to your gaze. I know your heart feels every thrust and sits beside me in dust.

I have no regard for form or disgrace. I have no desire for place. I’m not made to sit in a palace of gold, I’ve chosen to be with those sold.

As the world reels along, I can’t find a way, to comprehend pain and despair. I see it in faces, I hear it in wails, it breaks all the norms and assails!

I cannot be silent, I can not be still, I step with a need to unfold, the wonder of being safe in your arms while tumult still buffets my soul.

My heart knows no stranger, your heart longs for home. I seek only still to be found. I long for the joy of a moment sublime, when you see me clearly first time.

The sound grows louder, the groans seem so long, the rumbling grind of the ground. The hopeless are pushed down, the hurting slash around and still there is more to be found.

My heart doesn’t weep well, my eyes can be dry. I find I’ve buried you deep. It’s only in silence, it’s only when still, that echoes come rising to spill.

I wish and I long for the freedom to be, just sitting across from your need. I want to be comfort, I want to be grace, if only to see in your face.

I need fresh encounters, I want to have more, of your intense fragrance that clings. This transforms my haste and suddenly flings reality in to it’s place.

So you who are holy, and you who is might, I desperately need you to fight. I want to push further and into your sight, to let you be all of me  this night.

I am the Spirit of Life from above. I am the Spirit of peace. I lift hearts up before the throne of His grace, to gaze in His infinite face.

I am , there is no other.

I will, and no one stops.

I act and yet am silent.

I love and yes, you can.

Author  – Bill Tidsbury