2018 Sonnet 53

I hear both sides, but neither speaks of peace,
It’s always “what we give; what we don’t get.”
The squeaky wheel is crying for the grease,
“I must defend my own side. I can’t let

It matter that we share the same chassis.”
It matters that we share a common load,
It matters the field is just as grassy
On both sides of the fence, and of the road.

I long to hear, “What can we give to make
This work out best for them, ok for us?”
I long to hear, “What can we give to shake
This conflict into song instead of fuss?”

I want more love than conflict. I confess.
Who cares what I want? Jesus does, I guess.