For those who grieve.

[ashley lynne]

Found this in Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul. It's awesome.
​

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 simmers
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.

By: Cynithia G. Kelley​

 

[womanofvalor]

I really liked this poem. It says a lot about where we are.
Thanks for sharing!!!

 

[ladyt28]

Thank you so much for sharing that poem - I like the image of a river much better than the feeling of a roller-coaster...it seems a little calmer, just like the love of our Lord. Such shared wisdom from someone so young - bless your heart!

 

[tns]

Found this in Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul. It's awesome.
​

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 simmers
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.

By: Cynithia G. Kelley​

I didn't know there was a "Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul". I'll look for it; maybe it will help. My husband went to be with the Lord 3 1/2 years ago. I saw him die. He stopped breathing. The medics were there in 5 minutes and they said he was already gone.
Thanks for sharing this poem.

 

[SonicBOOM]

Found this in Chicken Soup for the Grieving Soul. It's awesome.
​

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 simmers
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.

By: Cynithia G. Kelley​

Awesome