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
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