Learning stillness

Waiting in stillness takes time to evolve.

At first there is clutter that doesn’t dissolve.

The stillness is riven by thunder and cloud.

What seemed just so easy , a walk in the park,

has suddenly become a battle that sparks!

 

The choice to be still stays steady on course.

The storm that has gathered is pressed down with force.

A moment of quiet, the winds fade away,

a sense of a whisper that comes from within,

encourages my being to sit still and grin!

 

The ground becomes fluid, resistance has run.

I feel grace stirring; peace kisses my face.

I welcome the shifting, as presence feels sweet.

I’m always surprised as I’m wakened to more.

I”ve spread out my wings I’m ready to explore.

 

Eternity’s vastness can simply surround.

The presence of hope makes a hush all around.

My spirit just twinkles, and life opens wide.

I’ve made a connection  with beauty’s best side.

I’m known, established and fully alive!

Autor – Bill Tidsbury

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Breath of Life

Waiting-

peaceful,-quiet –

His presence fills.

Deep breath; sweet intimacy-

I am yours, you’re mine.

Out of rest speaks quiet joy.

Fullness of God; grace given; thirst quenched.

Looking outwards, new days open door.

Breath of Life. Grace shared!

Living vitality, sparkling eyes,

dancing with curiosity!

Touching hearts.

Present!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Canadian waiting room

People peer and people hide, people scurry around inside.

Busy lives occupied, and then collide! – caught in a waiting room.

Different journeys all coincide, they pull us together, side by side.

Some are sick and others tired; one is supporting while another strides.

All together in one room, waiting their turn to leave this doom.

 

Eyes are glued to cell displays, some are earnest with video games,

All can feel each other’s vibes, crowded around yet locked outside.

Brief encounters cause a smile, especially when caused by an innocent tike.

In spite of proximity, silence reigns, then there’s a giggle that doesn’t end.

Transparency’s blessing brings relief, as one small child distracts his friend.

 

Busy lives wrenched by chaotic waves, yet walls erected keep things “safe”.

People drift in with worries and fears, shrivel within because no one dares.

Kept apart by fearful restraint, tumbled lives twirl with no incident.

Alone and silent, each in turn, take harried hearts in for pills that burn.

Each of us miss the  treasure beside us, because we insist on the silence that hides us.

Author – Bill Tidsbury