Shards of broken glass
Showing us a violent outburst
An angry response
A desperate plea to be seen
Even though the mirror has been shattered
Shards of broken glass
A sad sight
Beauty destroyed
Reflections stolen
Light darkened
And we can’t put the pieces back together
We can’t return to the past
The deed has been done
A scream let out
Broken dreams
Lay among the shards of glass
January 4th, 2019
Conversation
Mommy, what happens when we die?
Death seems sad, it looks like we’re gone
And nothing remains
But our soul never dies…
Mommy, what is a ‘soul’?
your soul is your beautiful smile
Your inquisitive nature
Your kind heart
Your excitement and creativity
when you build LEGO cars…
Your sadness when your friend is down
Your curiosity to figure things out
All these questions you are asking
Are questions your soul wants to find out about!
But Mommy, then my soul is me!
Exactly!
But when I die I can’t see and play
You are right
Your body will no longer be there
But your soul will see in a different way
Will sense things in a new way
You will still recognize your family and friends
You can still grow and develop further
But Mommy, there is no LEGO there
What will I do
You told me before our soul is eternal
That seems like a long long time
Without toys to keep me occupied
Your soul will have other things to do
Things we don’t understand now
I promise you you won’t get bored
Yes, eternity is a long time…
So, I’ll see you when I get there
Of course my dear
I’ll wait impatiently for you
And we can be together always
That sounds good…
It’s time to sleep my dear
And dream good dreams
I’ll see you in the morning
Give you a big hug and then
You can tell me about your dreams!
Lida Berghuis
July 5th, 2015
When I arrive in the spirit world
I’d like to hang out with Rumi
Said a friend of mine…
Pick his brain for a while
Bask in his wisdom
Ask a few question and
Just hang out!
When I arrive in the spirit world
I’d like to hang out with Khanum, said I
Thank her for her guidance when I needed it most
Show her my gratitude for being frank with me
And telling me things I sometimes did not want to hear
Or was not aware of
Thank her for her visits to my dreams
When the days were dark
Thank her for opening my heart to poetry
Thank her for showing me the value of art and creativity
Thank her for being there when things did not make sense
When I needed hope, and encouragement
When I needed to know someone was looking out for me
Each dream of her was like a beacon of light
Each one a jewel in the night
Her warm embrace
Her beautiful eyes
Her words of wisdom
These are the things that sustained me
I can never thank her enough
So, dear Khanum
I’d like to hang out with you for a little while
If that’s OK
when I come to the spirit world!
Lida Berghuis
August 28th, 2014
*Khanum refers to Ruhhiyih Khanum or Mary Maxwell
His laughter would ring across the room
Hi radiant smile was warm and genuine
He loved to have people over
To him, friends and family meant a lot
How would hold my hand in his and would say
You have beautiful hands Lida
And he would do this often
Just to remind me from time to time
Holding hands was our thing
When I was little
I would hold his index finger when we walked
His soft warm flesh soothing and reassuring in mine
When at the dentist I would hold his hand too
So I could squeeze it when it hurt
A strategy he taught me and I later used
When giving birth to each child
Only it was Albert’s hand that I held this time
He’d always tell me to pay more attention
To my penmanship
But writing super neatly is not my thing
I hope that now he doesn’t mind
His signature reflected his flamboyant spirit
It’s still one of my favorites
It was more of sign than a signature
Not many letters to be found
And when He came to me in a dream
He held my hand like old times
His soft warm hands so comforting
I asked him if he would be with me
Through the trials of life
He nodded …
And
That’s all I needed
He is with me even though he’s not…
Father’s day, 2014
Courage comes in so many shapes and forms
For some, its in chasing a storm
For some, its in fighting a worthy fight
For some, its in singing their song
Courage comes in many colours too
Black for daring
Brown for persevering
And gold for feeling worthy!
Courage!
Be fearless I was told!
And yet I thought
I had some courage before
But as we grow
Our courage also needs to grow
Courage to be who we are meant to be
Courage to share our gifts
Courage to remove the mask of pretense
Courage to remove the veil of fear
Courage to see the signs
Courage to listen to our guides
Courage to live our dreams
Courage is what I need!
Lida Berghuis
April 26th, 2010
Death may not be an uplifting topic to some
But I think it does actually uplift us
Up out of this physical plane
Which despite our attachment to it
Does cause us much sorrow and pain
Up out of this world
Where we struggle to choose good over evil
And upon our death
Our spirit is released from its physical limitations
And like a bird flies out of its golden cage
Death is a continuation of this life
I prefer the concept of life after life
But perhaps our spirit will be in a more developed state
The dream world is a sign of the existence
of realms beyond this realm
Where we can communicate with those who
Have arrived there first
Perhaps we fear death
Because we fear annihilation
But what if death is the release of our spirit
From its material form
And its continued existence in a higher state!
Lida Berghuis
October 6th, 2013
*The first one being Depression
which I wrote a poem about earlier!
The spiritual world intrigues me!
The world of visions and dreams
The world where we are closest
To the essence of our being!
A ring put on the finger
By a Holy one
Advice from those who have passed on
Life altering visions and signs
Things that our five senses
Can’t condone or understand
Things that make others say
We are out of our minds!
Symbols in dreams
That make sense years down the road
The feeling we call our gut feeling
And more
Inspiration, creativity, invention
All come from this world
The location of which is a mystery
But perhaps place and time
Are irrelevant in this world
The spiritual world
Where we come from
And where we will return to
A world I don’t want to
And can’t ignore
Lida Berghuis
August 30th, 2013
The blessed shore of sleep
I arrive there every night
And what a relief it is
To rest my mind
Often, as I put my head on the pillow
I smile
Knowing that I can leave daily life behind
With decisions that need to be made
The tasks that need to be completed
The emotions that need to be experienced
The feelings I need to let go of
Sleeping and dreaming
Like recess for the mind
A time to let go
A time with no agendas
No struggles
No musts
A time to listen to the voices
Of our ancestors
A time to travel to distant lands
And see with different eyes
And once the morning comes
I wake up
And I’m ready to face another day
A day of juggling mind and heart
Knowing that sleep awaits
When my mind needs to slow down
Lida Berghuis
September 22nd, 2011
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