Moving Rocks Poem by anisha sipporah

A little boy was spending his Saturday morning
playing in his sandbox.
He had with him his box of cars and trucks,
his plastic pail, and a shiny, red plastic shovel.

In the process of creating roads and tunnels in the soft sand,
he discovered a large rock in the middle of the sandbox.
The boy dug around the rock, managing to dislodge it from the dirt.
With a little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the large rock
across the sandbox by using his feet.

When the boy got the rock to the edge of the sandbox,
he found that he couldn't roll it up and over the
wall of sandbox.

Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, and pried,
but every time he thought he had made some progress,
the rock tipped and then fell back into the sandbox.

The little boy grunted, struggled, pushed, & shoved;
But his only reward was to have the rock roll back,
smashing his chubby fingers.
Finally he burst into tears of frustration.

All this time the boy's father watched from his
living room window as the drama unfolded.
At the moment the tears fell, a large shadow fell across
the boy and the sandbox.

It was the boy's father.
Gently but firmly he said, 'Son, why didn't you use
all the strength that you had available? '

Defeated, the boy sobbed back, 'But I did, Daddy, I did!
I used all the strength that I had! '

'No, son, ' corrected the father kindly.
You didn't use all the strength you had.
You didn't ask me.'

With that the father reached down, picked up the rock
and removed it from the sandbox.

Do you have 'rocks' in your life that need to be removed?
Are you discovering that you don't have what it takes to lift them?
There is always someone such as a loved one or a friend
available to us and who is willing to give us the strength
we need.

Isn't it funny how in life we often try so hard to do
things ourselves, when all we had to do was ask for help?