It's a hard time and a...different time to say the least. For some, this whole experience is new. But we can all do this together if we just have faith and trust in another.
I read one time in "This I Believe" (a book where people - like Albert Einstein, Warren Christopher, and just normal people like Sarah Adams - write what they believe) a man who wrote - he goes by the name of William O. Douglas - "Then one day in a moment of great crisis, I came to understand the words of my father: 'If I die, it will be glory; if I live, it will be grace.' That was [my father's] evening star - the faith in a power greater than man...we need the faith of our father's...the faith that dedicates us to something bigger and more important. Only if we have faith will we be able guide the destiny of nations, in this the most critical period of world history. This I believe." 661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdeWNoeBJVv
I also read, in the same book, Warren Christopher's beliefs. He believed that there will always be moments "when one must rely upon the good faith and judgement of others. So, while each of us faces - at one time or another - the prospect of driving alone down a dark road, what we must learn with experience is that the approaching light may not be a threat, but a shared moment of trust."
And, with that, here's my poem:
The sand beneath my feet661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQOx9UMgiLR
Stolen away from me661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAn0DWTBVC1
The sun nowhere to be seen661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7B19nVjGpn
Rain pounding on my face661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXHcrPa1fH6
I look and I look but I see nothing661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiRLFZYYEU3
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrh07a9jcPp
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2pvMfs92z1
Has stolen away a piece of me661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSc8J4d4rzG
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡziLsmjBW09
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBwj788S613
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtE56xhJdCv
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ33KDV8ff66
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQKEi8O0mqL
Again and again and again661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7aEEDPBl2n
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn3GpoEX4nQ
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWSNCzcW0o5
The rain stops, the waves calm661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDoopyTtmie
The sand beneath my feat661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8EdgksZ400
Carried beneath the waves661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgPDpbRVWPM
The sun on my face661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIo0hYf4DCZ
A golden glow in a lavish haze661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU5CDUn7X7P
And my Father above who is indeed there661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ZEDNa8Dxz
Though my love is gone, my Father is there661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcJNtMRzzc
He will always be there
This is not for the those in India, however. I wrote this poem for those who have lost a loved one. A child, a friend, a husband, a wife, a brother, a sister.
~Noelle
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