Tag Archive | Poetry

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

*Rumi

No man’s land

transitions
in-betweens
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
2002

Surrounded

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

Listen with your heart!

Listen with the ear of your heart*
It’s the heart that listens, after all

When I speak to people
Who speak another tongue
It’s my heart that listens
My ears tag along!

It’s 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

It’s the smile that speaks
The laughter that exclaims
It’s the sadness in the eye
What is left unsaid!

Lida Berghuis
July 11th, 2004
* Saint Benedict

The colour of contentment

What is the colour of contentment?
Pale pink
Like the petals of a flower
Stretched out in the spring sun
It’s easy on the eyes
Soothing to the soul
Contentment is one of my goals in life

What’ is the colour of gratitude?
Bright orange like the rays of the sun
It comes out in the morning
As I wake up

What is the colour of persistence?
dark blue
It’s a colour I haven’t been using much
But I intend to…

What is the colour of the spirit?
Pure white…
This colour enchants us
And transports us to another wold
This is my favorite colour of all

What is the colour of creativity?
It’’s crimson red
Like the colour of molten lava
That flows from the depth of
Our hearts

What’ is the colour of joy?
Bright red, like flames of fire
In the night sky
It warms, it delights
It brings us together
Like laughter or a heartfelt hug!

What is the colour of serenity?
Off white
Pure like spirit, gentle and kind
Serenity comes from wisdom

What is the colour of diversity?
The colours of the rainbow in the sky
The rainbow of diversity ends in
The pot of gold
I appreciate diversity
It’s in my blood!

Lida Berghuis
March 25th, 2010

Strong women

Strong women know to dream
Know what they want
They know what they are good at
And what they’’re not

They are compassionate and caring
But know how to set limits
They won’’t say yes to everything
They know when to say no
And when to say maybe!
They are wise and tactful
They are loving and sincere!

Strong women hang out with
Others who are strong
They feed off their energy
They learn, they try
Try new things
Are open to new ideas
They are adventurous
Out of the box!

Strong women are joyful and free
They are passionate
That’s easy to see!
Strong women like to forge new paths
Tradition is respected
But so are new ways

Strong women
Attract strong men
Together they are the
Wings of a bird
As they fly
They get stronger
They travel the world
Move in unison

Strong women keep on learning
And doing things
They never arrive
They keep going

I’m lucky to have
Many women friends like this
They inspire me
Their warmth surrounds me

From them I learn how to be myself
How to be true to who I am and take care of myself
From them I learn what passion is
What confidence and assertiveness is

Strong women
Help each other along
The success and happiness of one
Is that of them all
It’s a sisterhood
It’s a bond
That won’t be broken
During trials!

Lida Berghuis
May 22nd, 2010

One sock on!

One sock off!

Nicholas has
One sock on
One sock off
It’s an odd image
But what stands out
Is the he doesn’t mind!

I see him walking down the hall
One sock on
One sock off
I wonder why he doesn’t
Take the other sock off
Or put the first sock on!

Asymmetry
Something odd
It catches my eyes
He is so at ease with himself

I ask him
“What happened to your sock?”
He says, “Natasha took it off!”
I am surprised that he doesn’t mind
He keeps walking
One sock on
One sock off
I keep staring at him
And wonder why
It bothers me that much
That he has only one sock on!

Lida Berghuis
February 23rd, 2004

The colour of love

What is the colour of love
One asked
Red is the colour of love
Said one
Red is the colour of passion and fun
Red is the best colour of all!

Yellow is the colour of love
One said
Yellow, the colour of my beloved’s locks!

Purple is the colour of love
Said one
Of sunrise, and sunsets and oceans of love

White is the colour of love
One said
Of purity and sincerity
Of the deepest love!

All colours are the colour of love
The answer came
When you are with the one you love!

Lida Berghuis
August 21st, 2007
After Martin Kerr’s concert at our home