Grief is Like a River

Today I got a letter in the mail from the Hospice Agency. There was this poem on it:

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 faith indeed,
But there are other swimmers
who know what I need.

Are loving hands to hold me
When the waters are too swift,
And someone kind to listen
when I 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.