Alban Hefin at Cor Gawr

Inspiration drawn from The Druid Network's Midsummer or Alban Hefin rite, on 24 June 2003 at dawn, Stonehenge.

solstice sunrise

Photo : Brian Wraith Lister

Connections

Over my head a lark sang
Beauteous in the clear sky,
Reminding me of all I love in life;
The laughter of children;
The music of a moving stream;
The colours of spring flowers;
The taste of honey on my lips;
The deep blackness of a winter pool;
The quivering of a kestrel’s wing;
The visual music of a butterfly;
The bee’s sonorous drone;
Singers round an autumn fire…

And when I think of these
I give praise to the Goddess
Whose web is over all the world
Binding all things together
In a flowing stream.

For I cannot be alone
When I feel the web.
For each horror in the world
Is my horror;
Each love in the world
Is my love;
Each striving, each blessing
Is mine and everyone’s.
For what touches the living rock
Touches me;
What burns the living forest
Burns me;
What kills, kills me;
What loves, loves me;
What binds, binds me.
The living web is all around
From the furthest star
To the tiniest creature;
Man, beast, rock, tree
Are all entwined;
All are one
And will meet the future
Together…..

© Angela Grant 2003

 

stones in the mist

Photo : Danefox

Midsummer

dedicated to Christine

Was it today? What is today?
It feels like yesterday.
Let me touch again that mist,
reach out for sprites and silver knights,
with swords kept at their sides.

Let me see a sunshine smile,
we can rest here for a while,
and when I wake,
a golden lake,
midsummer's pain is aching,
all long - and deeper than...
...any scratch or welt....
...raised and red so sore from weeping.

Tall they stand,
and they demand,
they call the shots,
we file in - insignificant dots,
and even then,
it's up to them,
If we should stand,
on their sacred ground.

So it seemed to be,
that they saw a spirit free,
within our souls,
and let us be.

Close we stood,
hand in hand,
and heart to heart,
oh! my sweet we share this land.

© Trish Fraser July 2003