If

If God is a whisper in the soul
Niggling at that unholiness
That finds its place within the whole
But by existing makes us less;
If God is a wind within the mind
Pressing against the inner faults
That by true searching we would find
But each of which our best assaults;
If God is a tickle in the gut
Lurching because we wrong our own,
Refusing to settle while we shut
Out the sound of another's groan
Then we should listen, hear, and feel
That part of us beyond the real.