Precious Treasure

Exist there a more precious treasure
Than to be known and truly understood?
To by no man and means be measured
But wholly accepted for our evil and our good.
What a futile dream it seems at times~
But when fulfilled, such a splendid rhyme.

To part your lips, let thoughts fall from between...
And to your listener's eyes come that light~
He has not simply heard, but has truly seen~
Has grasped your heart, interpretted it right!
Joy, easily brought on Empathy's wing...
Seek to understand, listen to a heart sing.

Angela Stepheni Schmitz