Grief is like a river

My grief is like a river,

I have to let it flow,

But I myself determine,

Just where the banks will go.

Some days the current takes me

In waves of guilt and pain

But there are always quiet pools

Where I can rest again.

I crash on rocks of anger

My faith seems faint indeed

But there are other swimmers

Who know just what I need

And loving hands to hol...d me

When the waters are too swift

And someone kind to listen

When I just seem to drift

Grief's river is a process

Of relinquishing the past

By swimming in Hope's channels

I'll reach the shore at last

~Cynthia G. Kelley~