Grief is Like a River

Author: Cynthia G. Kelley
Submitted by: Robert Dent

My grief is like a river - I have to let it flow.
But I 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 that what I need.

Are loving hands to hold me when the waters are too swift,
And someone kind to listen when I just seem to drift.

Grief's river is like a process of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in Hope's channel, I'll reach the shore at last.