Pete's Sacred Space

Sacred Space
These Stones
I Cannot Believe
Quartz
Buried Treasure
Hearts Of Stone
Oh Brother!
Great Court
Eltham Churchyard
Greenwich
Gaia Project
Countless Stones
Woden
C.N.D.
Avebury
The Sanctuary
Silbury Hill
Hanging Stone
Waylands Smithy
Cloud Busting
Lambourne Seven
Post Holes
Stonehenge
Stanton Drew
Pagan
Glastonbury
Rollright
Owersyll
Pentre Ifan
Castlerigg
Mid Clyth
Ballantrushel
Stoned
First At last
IWRBAM TTTTEOT
Time Machine
Star Voyagers
Kersey
Ley Hunter
The Longest Day
Solstice
Standstill
All Saints
Winter
Armistace
Callanish
Stones
Straightlines
Cathedral
Once Upon A Time
Takes Away
Not Our First
Time Lock
Peace
Keep On Running
Hear This
Finally
Building a cathedral today
would need the most eminent architect,
The largest factory of precast concrete,
The most enormous collection of earth movers,
The biggest body of itinerant workers.
And an extraordinary meeting of bankers.

The Mediaeval equivalent,
Perhaps based on a full sided working model,
Called for generations of craftsmen
To lay the line of towers and spires.

The Egyptians used slightly different methods
To elevate their geodetic gods.

But earlier, without the use of axled wheels,
Pulleys, and countless slaves.
Where only the occasional footpath
Interfered with the natural order,
The greatest of architects
Sought out the oldest of materials,
And with a handfuls of clear minded,
straight thinking, gentle people,
Built the mother of all churches.

Not closed to the sky
In need of stained glass and candles,
No doors with bolts.
Nor sextons keeping watch,
Nor bell to call the faithfuls
For the faithfuls are always here,
The very fabric smoothed by their hands,
Their love lighting every corner, lass,
The sun the coloured glass
The moon the only candle.