If

If for five minutes,
I could know your mind,
Could hear the whispering
Between mind and soul
Hear what you know,
Listen to the thoughts you hide.
I dare not judge,
I can not know.

Even in these quiet whispers,
How much good there is in you.
For I know not, and you the same,
Your acts, the words spoken aloud.

Each I can discern,
Whether they be good and true.
But from where each springs
I cannot say, good or ill
Without your mind and soul
In my heart to fill,
In my soul to live.



If I could for five minutes,
Hear all you think and feel;
Then,
I would cherish
Each shining pearl.