A Prayer For Money Poem by Mike Finley

To the extent that it is educational to suffer,
And there lessons you wanted to teach.
Lord we get it.

If we have sneered from our own security
that others aren't trying hard enough,
forgive us.

We are reduced in our fear
to being grateful that they are hurting
and not us.

You are lord and commander of tides.
Wash something in our direction,
we pray.

Build tolerance in us for one another
And confidence to write a check
and start things.

Build patience in us awaiting opportunity,
That we not step on our neighbor's face
for a penny.

Call an end to this lusterless season.
Send rain by the ocean and wash away
our fears.



(2005)