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