New Dawn Poem by JJ Evendon

For thousands of years it stood,
a divine symbol of unity with Gaia.
Affirmation that ancient man sought enlightenment
through the earth goddess.

At the moment of dawn,
the mighty sarsen becomes bathed in golden silence
with the suns first rays.
A beacon set to light spiritual consciousness.
Glorified by indigenous people -
more clairvoyant and star-born -
than we shall ever know.

But, that was a long, long time ago.

Now, five thousand years later,
its purpose remains a mystery.
Another puzzle of our pre-history.
Though the culture may have long since vanished,
its secrets remain preserved for eternity.
Waiting for the time of 'dawn'.

In search for an answer
I stand in front of an Avebury stone -
now barely visible in the freezing fog -
its ghostly shape silhouetted
against a brightening mystical glow.
All too soon, a large yellow orb appears
seen coming low through the mist.
I feel a sense of change beginning to happen.
Within moments, I am enveloped by a new light.
Was this the moment our ancestors had waited to see?
I feel engaged with something powerful.
I am beginning to understand.
Let this be the stone's new dawn.