(July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

A Prayer In Defiance Of Grief

How can you kill what cannot be killed?
Why weep for those who have been taken?

Why furnish ammunition to the enemy
Who hammers jewels from your tears?

Who am I to say, 'This is the end! '
When I am the world's ignoramus.

I can't outsmart the market
But I second-guess my God?

I have made a list of every known sadness
And set it ablaze on a paper plate.

Let others twist their hankies at night.
I am free of all that forever.



(2006)

by Mike Finley

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Comments (3)

Mike, your poem reminds me of Gibran's ultimate defiance of grief: 'The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.' love, Alison
The spirit never dies... Enjoying the spiritual focus in your poetry, Mike, and I esp. like the fourth couplet (tho' it is tough choosing a favorite) ... A needed exhortation, this.
I am especially fond of the visual image of your enemy hammering your tears into jewelry for himself, because that is truly the way some people are - if they can bring you to your knees, then the are happy. Good write, Mike