Grief and Bereavement Poems
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 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.