The Grief Diaries: A Poem

Grief is a curious thing.
You dip in and out.
A boat at the will of the waves,
Cresting before dropping to a valley and climbing again.
In and out. Up and down.
Back and forth goes my heart.
Doubting, then, trusting. Questioning, then, releasing.
A heart hardened seems safe, but it’s all lies and hollow lives.
A heart softened suffocates on silenced prayers.
I struggle to surrender.
Daily, I fight to bow my knee.
Who will be King? You or me?

The Grief Diaries is a series on grieving. Written with words from real journal entries so others will know they are not alone. I share because I know the power of “with” and hope you can experience it too.

Sadness like water

I wrote this last year during a time that held so much death and so many hard questions. While I may not have the answers, I choose to trust the one who holds us through it all.

There is so much sadness. So much death. I feel the weight of it. Like water all around me.

I am okay with it. Sadness is not something to be fought, but something to walk through. For how does one battle water?

I am drawn into the arms of my Father. I pull back to ask why. He folds me in. His response.

I cannot see what He can see.

I rest in the sadness. Somehow. I am at rest in Him. Trusting. Always trusting. For what else can I do? Where else would I turn?

I turn to Life. In the midst of death.

My hope is in the Living God.