Great sarsens stand silent, like warriors.
Awaiting battle, awaiting orders.
On the passing of the shortest night,
they become sanctified with the coming of the new light.
It is this cosmic signal which re-awakens their dormant spirit
marking the arrival of the longest day, releasing the power that's held within it,
As their long dark shadows shorten and then slowly fade away,
they draw upon the elements - earth, water, air and fire – to come into play.
For millennia their synchronicity was of equal form,
to become 'Spirit' – the fifth element – set by the solstice dawn.
So, as the sun rises and warms crystals within each stone,
they excite and vibrate to produce a humbled tone
The sound - which cannot be heard - opens a portal to the mind
releasing energy and wisdom of the purest kind.
So, if you seek vision and understanding,
hug a stone and listen - you may just hear a gentle whispering!
when I was kid yes they whisper rough stones does more than smooth ones so as people. nice poem nice poem
solstice could be birth of god which is sun to many start longer day. very nice poem it shows pictures in my mind...thanks
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as the sun rises and warms crystals within each stone, they excite and vibrate to produce a humbled tone The sound - which cannot be heard - opens a portal to the mind releasing energy and wisdom of the purest kind. Hug a stone and listen to the whisperings...... actually the title of this poem attracted me very much.... thank you for this whispers... very nice poem. tony
Thanks Tony. Always nice to get feedback.