Patience Of The Ant

In your patient, enduring way,
you keep me on my journey;
Working night and day to achieve each victory.

You never worry or fret,
you know each morning will arrive;
There is no time for regret
as you work steadily to survive.

Being humble is a blessing
which you continually share;
Teaching me to trust your lessons
with patience beyond compare.

From the South you send protection
to guard childhood innocence;
Using the power of creation
your group efforts are immense.

Thank you for your Medicine,
for your actions which tell the story;
That everything comes with discipline
in its own time and territory.

Lora Frikken ~ 10-24-04

Lynx Of The East

Your gaze meets the sun as it rises in the East;
You keep your Secrets locked deep within;
Guarding my path to illumination and release,
You guide my Spirit’s journey with discipline.

Your Medicine keeps me strong, wise, and aware,
Helping me to find what others wish to hide;
Their fears, their dreams, their ability to care,
Your knowledge inspires me to heal and guide.

You are the doorway to all that was unknown,
The finder of treasures and forgotten ways;
Lead me safely along each stepping-stone,
As I learn your Secrets and earn your praise.

Lora Frikken ~ 10-11-04

Beneath The Southern Cross

She sits in an old wooden chair,
the white paint peeling
from long exposure to the salty air.
Each breaker that crashes upon the beach
sucks greedily at the sand,
like a foamy, bloated leech.
Standing amid the slim twisted palms,
his gaze transparent,
he allows her image to soothe him like a healing balm.
She searches the sky for the Southern Cross,
licking her pomegranate lips and sighing
as though savoring some invisibly delicate sauce.
Drifting on the warm night breeze,
the sound of a distant lute
sends its muted oration across the seas.
She turns her gaze upon his shadowy face;
One small hand reaches out
and beckons him home to the shelter of her embrace.

Lora Frikken ~ 10-9-04