A Country Rag Mokken Tell
Fire
tell: Archaeol, an artificial mound or hill covering the successive remains of ancient communities





I'm not a god, I'm a man,
Take my hand.
Walk beside me
Toward the promised land.

While we gather strength
Near Eden's tree,
Share your quiet
Faith with me.

Then stay inside
Each day I fight
From the Beginning
And lie in love
Through every night.

Know my spirit
Wrestling, true,
The flesh that ever
Longs for you.

And veil me
From incarnate blight
On eternal wavelengths
Of your light.




Ice
Midi file: "Candle in the Wind," Elton John

Gott lacht "Now why dost thou cry out aloud? is there no king in thee?... Now also many nations are gathered against thee, that say, Let her be defiled, and let our eye look upon Zion. But they know not the thoughts of the Lord, neither understand they his counsel; for he shall gather them as the sheaves into the floor." -- Micah 9, 10-12





Gott lacht
Where the heck am I? -- Whisk me away


text and graphics Jeannette Harris, April 1998, Jonesborough TN. All rights reserved.