Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

A Prayer At Planting Time - Poem by Mike Finley

The hardest lesson of the sinner
Is that all is in you, and nothing in him.
Why are we given these garrulous minds
If the end-challenge is only to submit?

God take away my anguish
By taking away everything.
I cannot save my life,
I cannot save the things I love.

Plant this wisdom into me,
Drill deep and release the bulb
That will bubble out of the ground like iris
After every dry season.


Comments about A Prayer At Planting Time by Mike Finley

  • Rookie kskdnj sajn (4/26/2006 7:26:00 AM)

    A thoughtful prayer Mike, ... We all at one time, will wish we could save the ones we love. Well done. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (4/26/2006 6:42:00 AM)

    I must have missed the 'challenge' - but I will definitely be working on something over the next few days. This is beautiful, Mike. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Erickson (4/26/2006 6:30:00 AM)

    This is lovely, Mike. Why? So that we ' will bloom like purple irises
    After every dry season'. ((smiles))
    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (4/26/2006 6:28:00 AM)

    and I can do nothing but praise the attempt (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 16, 2006

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