Oxfordshire boasts a yellow stone<\/p>\n
that masons sculpt and build<\/p>\n
all the way to Roll Right’s<\/p>\n
where the standing stones concealed<\/p>\n
in trees and in a circle<\/p>\n
ragged stones now be<\/p>\n
lichen embellished obelisks<\/p>\n
clothed in mystery<\/p>\n
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other worldly spirituals<\/p>\n
a Druidic ceremony<\/p>\n
held within a circle<\/p>\n
of friends, who seek to be<\/p>\n
Protecting,creating strength and Peace<\/p>\n
to everyone alive<\/p>\n
on this marvellous Planet Earth<\/p>\n
where most of us survive<\/p>\n
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and on this Summer Solstice<\/p>\n
the longest day<\/p>\n
in time<\/p>\n
when the sun god rules<\/p>\n
with majesty<\/p>\n
tis then all hearts do climb<\/p>\n
together clasping hands<\/p>\n
we felt the influence and power<\/p>\n
the strength and understanding<\/p>\n
and the justice of the hour<\/p>\n
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love within the circle<\/p>\n
a warmth,<\/p>\n
a caring, we<\/p>\n
could feel \u00a0all that togetherness<\/p>\n
and all that \u00a0energy<\/p>\n
as the songbirds watched, for me<\/p>\n
their twittering it had \u00a0ceased<\/p>\n
they were clearly witness to it all<\/p>\n
and not the least<\/p>\n
the coming together of existences<\/p>\n
they heard the silent call<\/p>\n
and their respect was honoured<\/p>\n
we roared into the sky<\/p>\n
used the breath we were born with<\/p>\n
the element to defy<\/p>\n
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the pagan ladies took the lead<\/p>\n
in white they led us through<\/p>\n
the standing stones were party<\/p>\n
to the ritual, good and true<\/p>\n
around us gently swaying trees<\/p>\n
as the sanctity was drawn<\/p>\n
a peacefulness was felt by all<\/p>\n
an invocation torn<\/p>\n
from<\/p>\n
ancestral rites,. and those who met<\/p>\n
to work for good and grace<\/p>\n
a blessedness of spirit<\/p>\n
a pilgrimage, a place<\/p>\n
within the Roll Right’s circle<\/p>\n
a meeting of like minds<\/p>\n
where all around the trees and<\/p>\n
wild plants clarity enshrines<\/p>\n
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some people came just to observe<\/p>\n
others heard the call<\/p>\n
the Pagan’s Prayer recited<\/p>\n
the food and wine<\/p>\n
that school<\/p>\n
the ancient rites and wisdom<\/p>\n
it had all \u00a0been cast<\/p>\n
upon this Summer Solstice<\/p>\n
mirrored in the past<\/p>\n
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the many generations shared<\/p>\n
an inspirational interlude<\/p>\n
as all of us we clearly knew<\/p>\n
the energies around<\/p>\n
evolving and resolving<\/p>\n
a conduit of sound<\/p>\n
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of hearts and souls and matter<\/p>\n
a sincerity, a cause<\/p>\n
the candle and the incense<\/p>\n
and the generous applause<\/p>\n
moved by the occasion<\/p>\n
the light brightened our eyes<\/p>\n
our hearts warmed to the message<\/p>\n
which came as no surprise<\/p>\n
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Oxfordshire boasts a yellow stone that masons sculpt and build all the way to Roll Right’s where the standing stones concealed in trees and in a circle ragged stones now be lichen embellished obelisks clothed in mystery other worldly … Continue reading