So painful when we misunderstand each other.
Different ways of seeing things;
We grew up in different worlds.
I’d like to listen to your pain,
But it hurts too much
To add another pain to my own.
Education helps –
Exposed to different perspectives.
But can I keep my identity
And still cherish yours?
I used to think that
When we disagreed,
You didn’t love me.
Are you a liberal or conservative?
I’ve decided that I’m a libative.
There is One who knows all our pain —
Yours and mine –
But do we know His?
Fighting all the time.
Think that their opinion
Is wise and so sublime.
Have their own perspective,
Think it’s the only way,
Can’t listen to another,
Must jump into the fray.
Can’t see the other viewpoint,
Don’t let others have their say.
Must always be the winner
Must always have their way.
They never ask another,
How do you see things?
How does your perspective
Fit all that’s happening?
We’ve got to learn to listen,
Each one of us has guilt.
Let’s use our ears more often,
Our lips have got to chill.
Come sweet sleep, awareness take;
Let heavy eyelids close their gates.
Let all my cares be put to bed —
Tomorrow they’ll be there instead.
Snores and sighs and murmurings;
Tossings, turnings, vivid dreams —
Let the shade of sleep be drawn
Until another day’s new dawn.
Where goes my soul when I do dream?
Unconscious in a sense I seem,
Yet living in another land
Of fantasies and fleeting scenes.
While in it’s slumber, mind does mend
The conflicts that my heart do rend,
And somehow then when I awake
A fresh perspective do I take.