Would that I had

a Mountain at hand

to purge the City out of my body

and mind,


The sweat ran down

my face and such, that all life’s ills

rained upon the ground, purifying and purging

the life that I had been knowing,


I looked up

to the lofty heights

and lo how my mind did soar

with the birds alight…


Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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