in danger of getting stuck,
my wheels bed down
between icy ruts, deny traction,
refuse to budge, I need
someone to push,
stop
spinning wheels from making
it worse
but it’s hard to ask for help
when you’re trying
hard to prove you can drive
a big truck
a poem about the need for a push when we get stuck, feel like we’re grinding our wheels, giving our all but going nowhere; often it’s impossible to see our way out without a little help from the Lord or a friend, someone who is FOR US and who will truly 100% rejoice in our MOVING FORWARD
this poem appears in my new book Roses in Winter