What Do You Believe? Poem by Robert Hilary

By the sticks and stones I pray. Through my blood and bones I behold. Within the center of the circle. I am within I am. Source within me guides my soul. My body only that which has a beginning and an end. My physical consciousness is essential. For it is that which I am in this world. I am not a field of flowers. But i am a blade of grass. I gently catch the dew of dusk, offering it to the new day sun at the very top of my pointed crown. In the center of the circle I am fire. Earth. Air. Water. Spirit is the nature of the divine through which I devour the moonlight and transcend the stars. To uphold righteous creation in its midst between the veil and heaven where we all stand loyal to the throne of the divine. This by the sticks and stones. Is wordplay. This by my blood and bones. Is poetry. This without a doubt ends with nothing. But something deep within says something.what do you believe.