The Tides of Grief

They say that grief is like the tide,

It rises and it falls,
And even though the skies are clear
There’s still a chance of squalls.
 
I know that I should be well past
The ebb and flow by now,
But it has just caught up with me.
It was delayed somehow.
 
So now I have to ride the waves
As they crash on the shore
Until the waves become so small
They don’t hurt any more.

Psalm 126:5

Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.