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
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