A scar is a symbol of a battle fought and won
It’s a reminder of one’s strength
And the ability to stand the trials of life
It may not be beautiful at first sight
A sign of imperfection one may think
But life is full of tests and trials
And imperfection is part of life
A perfect body has no story to tell
A perfect body has not faced challenges
As time goes on we each accumulate our scars
Better that they be physical scars and not emotional ones
August 30th, 2022
Our body is an external shell
Our spirit what animates it
Our body matures and eventually declines
But our spirit in on a never ending journey
The delight we take in beauty and art
The creativity that flows from us
The compassion we feel for others
Our patience and perseverance
These qualities of our spirit never age
If anything they flourish in time
Experience polishes them
And makes them shine
Age is an expression of the days we’ve lived
But as far as our inner attributes are concerned
Age does not lead to decline
On the contrary
We can continue to climb
August 29th, 2016
Those who are the victims of terror
Will be missed
Their lives were cut short unjustly
But their spirit has soared to the etherial realm
The bird of their heart has been freed
From the cage of their body
And they will be the recipients of the mercy of God
Those who commit terror
Are doing the greatest disservice to themselves
Sooner or later their soul will leave their body
And then what will they have?
Paradise, as they have been told?
I think not!
They will have to carry the weight of their
Guilt and remorse for the rest of time
November 19th, 2015
Lida Berghuis
Listen with the ear of your heart*
Its the heart that listens, after all
When I speak to people
Who speak another tongue
Its my heart that listens
My ears tag along!
Its the eyes that speak
The language of the body that
Tells the tale
Words are wonderful
But the story
Is much more complex
If we only concentrate
On the words
We get only
Part of the tale
Its the smile that speaks
The laughter that exclaims
Its the sadness in the eye
What is left unsaid!
Lida Berghuis
July 11th, 2004
* Saint Benedict
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