Today's poem

Basically, I choose poems in my blog that have nourished me.
When I read the poem, a person's hand is transformed to stone, paper, and scissors as if with a magic wand exhibiting power "as you will, you will".  I also imagine a Hand of Glory from the poem.

Song of the Powers
by David Mason

Mine, said the stone,
mine is the hour.
I crush the scissors,
such is my power.
Stronger than wishes,
my power, alone.

Mine, said the paper,
mine are the words
that smother the stone
with imagined birds,
reams of then, flown
from the mind of the shaper.

Mine, said the scissors,
mine all the knives
gashing through paper's
ethereal lives;
nothing's so proper
as tattering wishes.

As stone crushes scissors,
as paper snuffs stone
and scissors cut paper,
all end alone.
So heap up your paper
and scissor your wishes
and uproot the stone
from the top of the hill.
They all end alone
as you will, you will.

(from the website of Poetry Foundation )