Rainy day love poem

Grab a hold of what matters.

See the one word written on the arm of

divinity.

Twist something free down in the belly of the

mother –

it stirs,

awakens to a day

when all you need to do is

show up.

Wake the sleeping giant

between your shoulder blades.

Rise up.

The peace lily has decided this is the

moment to bloom.

Follow her white hood as far up as you

dare.

Greet the tree tops.  The red tail hawk

sitting on the naked branch full of

bewilderment.

Why not join her? Bring amazement.

Sit close,

brush the feathers from your own

eyes.

There is a special kind of beauty

to the rain.

~Anita Bondi 2018

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poems to myself – 18

today i will drive

a lot
i will go to visit an
old friend
who will turn
81 tomorrow
we will sit and talk
about the dog, her relatives that never call,
and what the doctor thinks he can do
about her pain
then, i will head to my parents
both close to 80 themselves
we will share a meal
say the rosary together
go to a prayer meeting
this is what they do
and i agree to do it with them
because
it just makes sense
i will say my own prayer of gratitude
today for being able to drive
and another one
for all the women in Saudi Arabia
who cannot drive
because it might
hurt their ovaries
and maybe i will even thank my own
ovaries
because they are shriveling up
with age and lack of use
i will thank them for what might have been
and
bless them for what was
i will sit in church
next to my mom
welcome in the silence
the sitting with all of this
grit and grace
the pause to remember
that this life calls us
by many names
and reveals many faces
some i will recognize over and over
again
some will come and others go
and all the while my feet will walk on
holy ground
each time i open my car door
and arrive
there will be
communion offered
all i have to do is walk forward
say Amen
take the gift in my hands
place it in my mouth
and
swallow.

Poems to Myself -3

remember this,
write it on the
palm
of your day:
the clouds will always
have your back
so will your sister
and brother
the couch will forever
be stained
with love
and
loss
you will like wearing
heels
most days
but your feet
will want to touch
the ground
every
moment
so that you remember
this life
as
precious
and each person
walking
as
god.

Thank you Robert Bly

Thank you Robert Bly
imagine someone comes to your door

tells you
you are forgiven
hands you the keys
to
the Kingdom
the moment
you reach out
and
take the
gift in your
worn and weary
hands
the minute the tears
stream down your face
roll onto the floor
become
the sea
of redemption
that is the moment
you will walk
on water
you will
see
again
taste the honey
from the hive
of your goodness
you will crawl into
the cave
of forgiveness
with candles
incense
a book of
matches
you will light the
inside
write on the walls
lie down
and
sleep
deep
for the first
time
in years.
– Anita Bondi 2017