(I wrote this about a year ago.)
Grief is as the Ocean
Grief is as the ocean, wide and deep
pouring over like a tempest, fierce and broad.
Then sun breaks through to shine as God.
Grief is as the tide, swift and sure,
coming and going, coming and going.
Then peace falls like gentle rain.
Grief is as the sea, fathomless and still,
storing treasures, lying languid.
Then glory reigns, unsurpassable.