I am but one spoke in the wheel.
I carry only a small portion of the load.
The wheel could function without me.
It sustains itself as a whole.
I am but one spoke in the wheel.
I do my part.
I carry my share of the load.
I hold strong.
We are but spokes in a wheel.
We support one another.
We rely on one another.
We work together to carry a load that
none of us could sustain on our own.
Without each spoke,
the wheel weakens.
Without us all, the wheel would collapse.
The vehicle’s motion would cease.
We cannot steer the vehicle.
We must rely on other mechanisms to
choose our direction.
We must trust in others, as others trust in us.
Together, in faith, we make the journey.
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Outstanding imagery to support the profound thoughts expressed in your poem.💕
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Thank you, Jane.
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Really enjoyed your poem.
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Thank you.
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Nice perspectives on both photos.
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Thank you.
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Wonderful verse and sentiment 🙂
Blessings~
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Thank you.
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Very nice. 🙂
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Thank you.
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I have always imagined humanity like that. Wonderful poem and great images
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Thank you. Sometimes in our frustrations about our limitations in “steering” life, we lose sight of how valuable our participation and just “showing up” are. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
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👍❤️
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Thanks for the mention! It made my day!
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Love it, Maggie! It’s so true.
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Thank you!
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If only all of us felt that way, what a wonderful world it would be 😊💛
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We are all a work in progress 🙂
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Reblogged this on Wolfe's Rants.
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I really enjoyed this poem. It is so easy to feel like just one person with little value. The picture took me back to my childhood and an old tractor that sat rusting behind our farm.
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I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. There’s a special attraction to machinery from a bygone era. And the more rust, the cooler.
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Hi Maggie. Just popped across via the link at Susie’s. Nice pics to go with your verse. Good job.
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Thank you, Frank. It’s a great party. I’m still behind in my visits. Glad you stopped by.
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My pleasure.
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