My Grief Is Like a River

My Grief Is Like a River

From Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul

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 faith 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.

Cynthia G. Kelley
Reprinted from the January 1988 issue of Bereavement magazine

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