Belief Poem by Robert Rittel

The exaltation of the spirit reflects through all beauty,
making ones virtue standing against all vices so groovy.
The poor spirit or guilty conscience numbs the integrity,
those guilty of the same fault unite in making a virtue in that security.
Not until sobriety after the intoxication of life, the wonder begins,
and life itself becomes a scripture to the kindled soul margins.
The miser celebrates any generosity with trumpets fanfare,
reason is the master of the unbeliever and the servant believers being aware.
Faith reaches what reason fails to touch,
absorbed personality in that art becomes art itself so much.
Like the ultimate creator is hidden in his own creation,
gifts of compassion become the value of priceless cessation.
Every desire in life has its answer to survive,
the heart shell in which the pearl of sincerity is the thrive.
The failing of individuality turns to the identification in the group,
the rhythmic expression of an idea in a loop.
All that one holds is conserved,
then all that entire one let's go of, is dispersed.
Oh beloved ideal one chases through time,
echoes of laughter much later therein.
Belief is the breath of the believer and sustenance,
the dignity in nature springs out of caring governance.
To distinguish between the real and the unreal,
arrives at the point when all becomes the moment true seal.