A mortal at the gateway
\nJust a pair of eyes
\nMight see
\nExtra terrestrials out there in the skies
\nWhere many must
\nLike me
\nwonder at the
\nweight of stone
\nParaded here before us
\nAt this juncture
\nWe alone<\/p>\n
Can marvel at its marvellousness
\nIt’s incredible auric veil
\nMagically it’s stands there
\nPart of a great chalk trail
\nLooming out of morning mists
\nAnd hiding In the night
\nA calendar of unrivalled worth
\nAnd a symphony of light<\/p>\n
From the Malvern Hills
\nOr the Welsh Hills
\nOr who knows where, for we
\nNow share Stone Henge
\nThis monolithic piece of History
\nDespite myriad battles skirmishes and wars
\nThe millions of minions
\nAnd who knows who
\nCame from distant shores<\/p>\n
How armies have run rampage
\nAcross the chalky plain
\nBeing beguiled by the Sarsons
\nAnd how so many might gain
\nSuch energy from standing
\nAbsorbed and feeling they
\nTook this vast experience to their own graves
\nAnd they lay <\/p>\n
contemplating how and what
\nAnd who created here
\nAnd today Royal heritage
\nAllowed our order
\nTo share and it was clear
\nBeyond and up into the sky
\nThrough frantic clouds of grey
\nHearts of blue came shining through
\nThe sun reborn today <\/p>\n
The Cheltenham Order along with friends
\nRobed and with tabards
\nClearly sends
\nA message to those tourists there
\nThat the pagan spirit
\nIs one to share
\nFrom the visitor centre
\nThe buses drove
\nTo the path and there
\nThe mortals strove
\nUp to the stones to the sanctum where
\nThat energy force
\nWe all could share<\/p>\n
Veronica
\nArch Druid, she
\nMade discourse with us
\nMagically
\nWe formed a circle
\nHeld hands and knew
\nAnd felt a synergy
\nWorking through
\nA story from Chris
\nA dancing play
\nA dramatic poem
\nWith much to say
\nOf the present need
\nTo repulse and dare
\nTo re route a road
\nAnd be less aware
\nOf the consequences
\nOf the footprint we
\nShared today
\nCollectively
\nWe were part of an eclectic throng
\nWitches and pagans
\nJoined in song
\nThe Sussex Morris Dancers
\nToo
\nWorked the spirit
\nSo bound to do
\nWhere the ley from Avebury
\nCrosses we
\nSaw the dragon dance
\nIn synergy
\nThe ancient stories
\nTold in song
\nAnd I really felt
\nThat I did belong
\nI was kind of transported
\nBack to when
\nThese stones were new
\nRight back then
\nA similar sky
\nAnd chalky plain
\nDifferent faces
\nWith much to gain<\/p>\n
A mistletoe pot
\nA new age crow
\nA resident here
\nIn the dolmens glow
\nHo Ho Ho and the pagans prayer
\nAnd a Yule tide carol
\nWarmed the air<\/p>\n
A healing hum
\nFor those sickly who
\nCould derive some heat
\nFrom what we do
\nFrom the latent source
\nThat is our intent
\nTo share with each other
\nLove well mean’t<\/p>\n
The dead May marvel
\nAt what we do
\nIn their presence
\nThe infinite view
\nThe countless souls
\nWho come to share
\nPerpetuity
\nWhich is clearly there<\/p>\n
From Arizona and Japan
\nLocals came and we began
\nTo feel the energy that surrounds
\nThese megalithic burial mounds
\nThose ley’s that criss cross Mother
\nEarth
\nWithin the sanctum
\nThe rebirth
\nof the sun
\nUp there in its vast array
\nshone brightly
\nIt’s great light did play<\/p>\n
5 minutes of photographs
\nAnd sadly we
\nwere back on the buses
\nLost in a sea
\nOf shopping the centre
\nOpenly tries
\nTo sell all it’s wares
\nIt is no surprise<\/p>\n
The commercial clutter
\nThe prophets of doom
\nBees around a honey pot
\nWeavers a loom
\nThe ring of the tills
\nIt’s a tacky farewell
\nAnd the tunnel is coming
\nSo I’ve heard tell<\/p>\n
As a mortal I stood
\nAt the gate and I saw
\nAnd I was overwhelmed
\nBy the henge and whats more
\nThe warmth and the kindness
\nOf the Cheltenham crew
\nwho enveloped our spirit
\nAs they always do<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A mortal at the gateway Just a pair of eyes Might see Extra terrestrials out there in the skies Where many must Like me wonder at the weight of stone Paraded here before us At this juncture We alone Can … Continue reading