Debra LaValley's Blog

Tonight (well it really was last night since it is now after midnight 9/23), I went out to visit my friends Tim and Dianne. It down poured tonight. I have only seen like 2 frogs/toads all summer – but on my short drive over to their house tonight – I was trying to avoid many frogs that were in the road. Some were hopping across the road – others just sitting there as if waiting for something. It reminded me of a poem I wrote some years ago so I decided to print it.

The Spiritual Nature of Frogs
by Me 🙂 circa 1998

Mesmerized
they line the streets
to begin their pilgrimage
across the great black plain.
A few edge into the unknown
in deep meditation, they enter the mist
and slowly cross the great expanse,
pausing occasionally, but never doubting the way.
Wide-eyed they approach the light…
lead by something .
Never blinking their eyes
the path – clear –
A test of faith?
Their faith in me?
My faith in them?
(Faith in myself?)
Or Someone’s faith in both of us?

(Note: I took this toad photo in 2008 in Tucson, AZ at Uncle Bob’s house. It was huge and sat in his driveway under the light munching on bugs.)