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Thursday, August 8, 2019

My Grief is like a River

Grief Is Like a River

by Cynthia G. Kelly

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.

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