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.