Minds

If it were possible to enter your mind I would be stunned at what I would see. Noble ideas unexpressed would I find, Some of which would be about me. Pain I gave you would be tucked away In a place formed to forge it for naught. And the unkind things I spoke to you Would be hidden as words you forgot. Your motives I perceived as perverse I would discover were not in sight. In fact I would uncover the reverse, And promise to make things right. Why is it I wonder to think the worst Of one whose mind we cannot know. Is it really ill will for which we thirst, Forgetting the sanctity of each soul? I long to believe that's wholly wrong— That we seek in others all that's fine, Seeing them as souls good and strong. Not unlike the blessing I pray for mine.