Archive | June 2010

Broken winged birds

Does it matter where I come from?
Yes and no!
No, because we are all brothers and sisters
No matter where we were born

Yes, because acknowledging
My heritage
Is acknowledging who I am
Heritage and self-worth
Seem to go hand in hand

This did not make sense to me
A few years back
But I think I’m starting to understand

I love the West and what it stands for
But if I don’t appreciate the East
I’m not balanced

East and West
Hand in hand
Wings of a bird
Fingers of one hand

If I reject the East
I’m rejecting myself
I need me
And I need others as well

A broken winged bird
Cannot fly high
I want to soar
Soar in the sky!

Lida Berghuis
March 17th, 2004

I choose love!

When I choose love
I know there will be pain involved
So, do I let go of love
And live a life that is safe?
I think not!

I choose love
And I will take the pain
Because a life without love
Is even more insane

Without love
Life is colourless
Without love
Life is not worthwhile
Without love
Life has no purpose
Without love
Why should I be alive?

And yes, sometimes
When I choose love
Life becomes as clear as mud
Confusion reigns
And emotions fly
But in the end
It’s all worthwhile
Because without love
Life is colourless
And dark

So, colour me beautiful
Colour me joyful
Let love inspire me
Let love be my cause
And if I suffer
If I feel pain
It will all have been worthwhile!

Lida Berghuis
February 27th, 2006

Inspired in part by Khadijeh’s lament
Smith and Dragoman


I can read a map
But I would rather not
I can follow directions
But I often get lost!

Going North would be all right
If I knew which way North was!
And with all the one way streets downtown
If I make a wrong turn
I’’m out of luck!

The other time
All I wanted to do was to get back home
But instead
I took the scenic route!

I visited these new areas
I did not know existed
I saw new places
And tried to enjoy them

Finally I decided to ask
For directions
But remembering the directions
Was another challenge!

A GPS would be great
To tell me where to go
But for now it’s my hubby
On my cell phone!

Lida Berghuis
June 8th, 2004


*pre Google-map daysimage

Embrace pain!

“The hurt you embrace becomes joy”*
Pain is necessary for growth
You don’t have to look for pain
It will simply come your way

The hurt you embrace becomes joy!
If you accept it and
Listen to its message
If you let it shape you
And build you anew

The hurt you embrace becomes joy!
Leads to understanding
Leads to emptiness
Leads to humility
Leads to accepting kindness

This is the way of the world
So don’t run away from pain
Embrace pain and sorrow
Live with them
Learns from them
Let them lead you to somewhere new

The hurt you embrace becomes joy
If you fight it
It will fight back
If you let go
It will let go too

Pain is like the broom of life
It cleans things out
So you can build again
Make a new beginning
Come to new understanding

Pain is a gift of life
So …..
“Welcome sadness
Welcome pain
I’ll embrace you
When you come my way!”

Lida Berghuis
July 12, 2010


No man’s land

neither here, nor there
neither east, nor west

no man’s land
not my land
not your land
neither east, nor west

between cultures
between ages
between east and west
neither here nor there

not a science
not an art
not precise
neither here or there

not a child
nor an adult
neither old or young
neither here or there

not quite there
neither here
between here and there
neither east nor west

no man’s land
that’s my land
between here and there
between east and west!

Lida Berghuis

One poem a day!

One poem a day
Keeps the doctor away
One poem a day
Helps me exhale

Writing is a form of therapy
Or maybe over time
It has become a part of me

Thoughts and ideas
Whirl in my head
They bounce around
I examine them

Once they are on paper
I feel relaxed
I’’ve said my piece
I’’ve had my chance

Water that flows
Stays clear and bright
Words are like water
The river, my mind

Lida Berghuis
June 26th, 2004

Let me be silly!


Sometimes I just want to be silly
Giggle and laugh at anything
Life is too short
And too complicated
To be serious all the time
We need to lighten up
And take one day at a time

We get so serious when we get older
It’s much more fun to be a child
Why do we forget how to play
To be a princess or a pilot in the sky?

The responsibilities of life
Weigh us down
But I’’m not going to be
Weighed down

I’’m going to take the time
To laugh and play
To smile at the things that
Life brings my way

So, I guess that makes me
Seem immature or undignified
But I don’’t think that’’s what dignity’s about

I don’’t mind going against the norm
And if I end up breaking some rules
At least I’’be been true to myself
At least I won’t have any regrets

Lida Berghuis
March 24th, 2004


Surrounded by mud
The lotus grows
Pure and white

Surrounded by darkness
The candle glows
At midnight

Surrounded by doubt
Faith shines resplendent
In the heart

Surrounded by fear
Serenity rules
As the heart turns heavenward

Surrounded by shadow
The flame is ignited
And burns bright!

Lida Berghuis
June 16th, 2006

Reading glasses

I have a like-hate relationship with my glasses
I’ve had them for two years, I must confess!

I like them because they help me read
When lighting is poor and I must read tiny print
I like them because they are red
And in colours, red is my favorite!

But I hate them because they show my age
Because they imply that my eyes are not perfect
I feel self-conscious when I put them on
That’s supposed to be my mother or grandma!

But one day I saw a dear friend
Who took out her glasses with much flair
She wasn’t concerned about her age
She felt she had earned her place with grace

With self-assuredness and much poise
She proceeded to put the glasses on her nose!
She looked at her notes and then at us
Very content with her place in life

That made me see my glasses in another light
So what, I’m not twenty or twenty five
Forty and forty five is good too
And so will be sixty and sixty two!!

So the next time I need my glasses on
I’ll try not to snicker and feel awkward
I’ll try to put them on with pride
So I’m getting older, so what?

December 19th, 2008
Story telling at Lisbeth and Wytze’s place
With Fred

When the center shifts!

When I was a child
I felt like I was the center of the universe
The world revolved around me
My plans
My wants
My needs…

When I got married
The focus shifted
To us, from me…
We planned things together
We made decisions together
The center seemed to be
Somewhere between Albert and me

When I had Natalie
The center shifted once more
My daughter became the center
And that was something to get used to

Sleepless nights
Restricted freedom
A child who needed attention
All the time!

When Natasha arrived
Natalie had to share the center with her
And that was not easy

We now had two daughters who needed attention
Two children who took turns
To wake up at night!
The joys were there too
And still are
But once the center shifts
It’’s forever gone!

Nicholas arrived
And the center shifted again
Our needs were now
Fourth or fifth on the list
And we were nowhere near the center!

No longer the center of the universe
No longer the object of attention
This is what parenthood means
This is how we grow within!

Lida Berghuis
April 9th, 2004