Bereavement Ministry

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.