Thursday, August 24, 2006

The stillness of this hill

As the sun, so shy, speeds on to hide behind the western
I stand within this
Ancient circle with its rugged stones
Pointing to the sky
Like the digits on the clock of time -
The time that has refused to move,
As if the keeper of this heather hearth has gone to bed
Remembering not to lift
The fallen weights of Time and Space.

And as I rest upon this stone
I see a ladder too - like Jacob did
Reaching far into the end of Time, and
I seem to touch that void where there was only
That brooded on the great abyss
Giving birth to
Life. And as the painful pangs of birth subside
I hear in the wind a mighty voice commanding through
eternal space,
"Let there be Light", and
Light there Was.
The Light was good,
And it kissed the earth, they fell in love
And made a promise to be true for ever and for Ever.

They're still in love, for
As I rest upon this stone tonight I spy them kissing in their
Purple gowns
As touch they do on that horizon bed
Where they'll embrace 'till dawn

I know they will not part
For as tomorrow comes they'll wake, and walk together
another day,
While all the children of the living earth
Will call them blessed as they pass.

And as I touch this stone
I feel the hands of those
My brothers
Who at dawn of human life
Erected to that same Old Sun
This temple of eternal praise, and thanked the
Source of Light and Love for just
Another day - to be alive.

And now I hear in the stillness of this hill,
Where there's no time,
The voice of him who said,
"Let there be Light"
And light there was,
There is,
And will be tomorrow for my sons,
And their children too.

Iolo Morgannwg (1747-1826)

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