18When I said, “My foot is slipping,”
your love, O Lord, supported me.
19When anxiety was great within me,
your consolation brought joy to my soul.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Grief
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 just what I need
And 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
~Cynthia G. Kelley~
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 just what I need
And 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
~Cynthia G. Kelley~
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