I am trying to find the lesson
for tomorrow. Matthew something.
Which lectionary? I have not
forgotten the Way, but, a little,
the way to the Way. The trees keep whispering
peace, peace, and the birds
in the shallows are full of the
bodies of small fish and are
content. They open their wings
so easily, and fly. It is still
possible.

           I open the book
which the strange, difficult, beautiful church
has given me. To Matthew. Anywhere.

From Thirst, published by Beacon Press. Copyright © 2007 by Mary Oliver

I hear the speaker in this poem struggling to find her footing in the midst of grief. She is not hopeless, as she witnesses the whispering peace of the wind and the flight of birds, but she has lost her way. She turns back to the book, to the Gospel, looking for wisdom, the lesson for tomorrow.

Are there passages in scripture you turn to for wisdom when you are experiencing grief?