A Poem for the Heart Grief does not move like a road Straight, paved and clear ahead. It moves like tide and moon and wind Through chambers of the heart instead. Some days the waves are fierce and wild, Some days they barely reach the shore. Yet every tear and silent breath Is love returning evermore. Do not rush the turning tide, Nor close the door on what must be. For grief is love that walks beside The soul toward its new story. Grief is one of the most universal human ex
