Feeling hopeful

Children racing, small ones learning, it all becomes a merry whirl.

Life is lived at pace unheard of, in the great big adult world.

When you focus on the brilliance, wonder slides on like a glove,

you can find the hours fleeing as you fill your day in love.

 

When we think of things that drain us, when we ponder on how life whirls,

we so quickly sense the horror, lurking, drawing us down in swirls.

When I tire, and feel unfocused; when I yearn for life that glows,

that is when I need awaking- “Save me from this icy floe!”

 

When the day ends, children mellow, when the energy’s all been spent.

They will look at you with wonder, snuggle up to know they’re loved.

They are hopeful, they are resting, knowing certain that you will tend,

all their treasures ’til the morrow,when this night comes to an end.

 

So again, I’m feeling hopeful, that each day will greet the sun.

I will greet the joy of living, in the dance with youth who hum.

I can spend without despairing,  that my heart will turn to dust.

You’re the one who holds me dearly as  I settle into trust.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Observations – Honduras in turmoil

Uncertainties bring unease,

often transforming into disease!

Broken trust is a tear,

only bringing things that scare.

Shattered hope dies with a scream

and darkness rapes like some fierce dream.

So a hurting, broken place

can no longer find its face.

 

Soundless pain erupts in flame.

fear prowls round not feeling shame.

Violence blossoms with load roars,

and tears apart the fancy stores.

People weeping from the gases,

strewn to quell the rising masses,

that have boiled out in frenzy,

to decry those having plenty.

 

Time stands still, stop the mayhem!

Hold your breath, then start to breathe.

Justice needs a veteran army,

those, the willing to simply be –

hearts unshaken, hands united,

seeking legacy that has been freed.

Future’s vision calls a people-

“grasp ahold of  something simple-

 

We need each other – you and I!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Blind eyes

When living in the hills of Honduras, I know that steady rain drizzling down at night gives me very muddy water from the tap in the morning. Small things that shift my daily routines!

Tropical sun blazing as the morning unfolds, foretells that soon this day will shrivel my soul with heat.  Just one of the challenges that unfold in life as you drift closer to the equator.

It is interesting how our perception of natural things shift from one nation to another, or even one culture to another. Our realities vary!

Yet wounded feelings that flow from hasty words receive global recognition. They warn that I have apologies to make so as to guard what is precious. These crucial decisions must flow from a love for which we all long.

Then there are angry words that accuse and kill. These assaults violate trust and assail every soul. It still amazes me how fear incites all humanity to take death’s scythe to bed with them!

Why is it so easy to forecast consequences in our natural world and yet live with blind eyes in regard to that which binds us into the wonder of belonging?

Author – Bill Tidsbury

The flame of trust

To trust without a guarded heart,

helps me to see beyond my fears.

There is a path of freedom here.

If only you show the way!

 

To hope that you can show me how,

releases grace to trust somehow.

Yet in the quiet, behind the walls,

I still do shiver in dread.

 

Who do I face when I cannot trust?

What is the force that blinds my eye?

Why do the chains so pull me near,

to that which thrives on fear?

 

And yet the flame of trust does burn,

and as it burns it clears my head.

I see again what beauty is,

And see my world – arisen from the dead.

 

The mystery of a fearless life,

is like a beacon on a storm tossed sea.

It pulls me in and guides me true,

To soar above and enjoy the view.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Fireflies and Romance

Fireflies in the dark, small beacons of light. They seem so relaxed as they move in the night.

Stars up above, glow down below, the night just feels right with these companions in tow.

Stillness wraps snugly as fragrance wafts silkily, peace sings softly as leaves sway the trees.

Insights like sprinkles that freshen my face, breathe coolness of life to revive what’s displaced.

Quiet awakes memories that rise from the depths, reminding of blessings filled with His breath.

Peace is my anchor and trust is the clasp that holds my whole heart in the folds of romance.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Toads, Snakes and Hope

Toads on the sidewalk, snakes on the road, life in the tropics- a sight to behold. Sweat runs down freely, food comes with spice, you never know who’s coming over tonight! Life is much simpler, laughter is bold, even when hearts face fears never told.

Trust is a treasure, hope is a joy, people believe when life bares the soul. Children coming running, arms are thrown wide, when Freedom comes dancing with sensitive eyes. A hug breaks despair, a tear stings the eye, together is stronger with you by my side.

Water drips down, rain soaks the ground, rivers run muddy as storms shout their sound. Fruit falls down loudly, drumming tin roofs, silence is squeezed when night jams with sound. Breezes warm whispers lift heat’s heavy load, as friends relax quietly sipping what’s cold.

Meaning gives purpose, peace shatters fear, vastness entices when destiny’s near. Words shape my focus, songs lift my heart, surely becoming more than I thought. Experience widens, mentors give scope, journey’s adventure is fuelled with hope.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

A different “you”

What’s in your face when you first look at me?

Why do your eyes stop? Why do you stare!

Is it because I have skin that’s so white?

Or possibly it’s just the fact that I look bright?

 

In mystery’s humility I struggle to live.

It seems contradiction to receive, when I long to give!

Yet watching your face as you give of your self,

I’m humbled and honoured to catch glimpses of grace!

 

Why do My eyes seem to meet yours with such trust?

What  do I catch when that bright smile appears?

Why does your soul seem to leap, then shed tears,

when hope turns to quicken what was lying there dead?

 

“Can I help you,” seems so much easier to say,

than, “here I come seeking advice if you may!”

Yet help, when you offer, grants me blessing and grace.

I feel so  thankful, you walk away in amaze!

 

How do I see past the fear in your eyes?

When can an act, speak peace that abides?

What can I bring, that’s a gift not a bribe,

to open the future and let your kids be alive?

 

In giving, you strengthen your heart to endure.

In receiving, I give your dignity a floor.

You step up, you grow wings, and suddenly show,

Your capable, bigger, than that “you” from before!

Author  – Bill Tidsbury