Grief, it comes and goes
like a gust of wind that blows
It will knock you down
then up again you rebound
Out to sea and back in waves
no longer counting the days
The pain and sorrow
it may not come tomorrow
but it will be back
The loss you feel will attack
Wounds opened will bleed
and Jesus’s strength you will need
to walk through the ache
survive another heartbreak
because scars that deep
your body doesn’t release
Left are the imprints
days of old trauma remnants
They’ll surface again
when that gale of wind blows in
Grief it comes and goes
but Jesus is in the throes
with you through it all
catching those tears as they fall
© 2021 Aimee Phillippi
Wavy and Anchored 
He holds us safe in the storm, Amen.
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Amen! He sure does!
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Grief certainly ebbs and flows. My parents have been gone for several years, but some days, the loss feels like they passed yesterday. You have written a beautiful poem.
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It sure does. I’m sorry for your loss Deborah, and I understand what you mean. Thank you for your kind words! ❤️
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Thank you and God bless❤️
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