Grief is Like a River
By Cinthia G. Kelley 
My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
But I myself determine,
Just where the banks will go.

Some day 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 and 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 a process of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in hope’s channels,
I’ll reach the shore at last.
From spring 2007 e-letter: Wings-A Grief Education Ministry