Sunday, December 15, 2013

My 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 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.
Author Unknown 

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