SUMMER SOLSTICE AT STONEHENGE
from “Buildings of the Season” by John M Johansen
At early dawn we follow the ancient leys of Salisbury plain.
We find our way not by sight, as they are invisible,
but rather guided by emanating magnetic forces.
Their pulse intensifies as we approach our destination.
At last, the wraiths of night withdraw
revealing in dim light, the majestic standing stones of Stonehenge.
We touch the surfaces of liken, fern and moss
of these great stone-capped megaliths as we pass into the circle.
These mighty shafts were moved some 4 millennia ago
from distant Wales and placed here they say by giants.
By giants indeed! Yet giants of high intelligence;
a priesthood of engineers, astronomers and architects as well.
These early Britons waited here each year for Sun
to reach alignment with headstone and with altar;
to mark the day when Sun, seen through mortal eyes, stood still.
From this, these agrarians set their year long calendar,
to order their lives, their cattle and crops in devoted husbandry,
to synchronize order on their Earth with that of a greater Cosmos.
For guidance they listened to the voices of their Gods.
Their god, the Sun, had risen this day to engage their
Earth Goddess in the most impassioned embrace of all the year.
This was the time to celebrate in their procreation.
Her bounteous new life in all its forms
they expressed in solemn ritual as well in antic joy.
We come upon this mark which man has made upon his Earth;
a mark expressed in three most disparate terms;
a feat of high technology; an unfailing solar timepiece;
a temple carpeted in emerald sods.
We join these early Britons in common faith at Stonehenge
where they dared to take the measure of their Gods.