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." 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmD4hmjGv6R
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 feet695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnMcsuiKjb7
Stolen away from me695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbMGsCnbKK
The sun nowhere to be seen695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡctracf0BAa
Rain pounding on my face695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK0MTFg94Bk
I look and I look but I see nothing695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJIGvCsyLCd
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCuM8noh4v9
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXQiFyvhuQF
Has stolen away a piece of me695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ZLSiVgqVS
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTwQZnEUm9W
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr03QJToB7u
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmQJw6UCSnh
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ0UEWTMfHc
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWs9r69jnAX
Again and again and again695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdlPNR0CiRk
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8FAREuINQ1
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe9uGeMqeaq
The rain stops, the waves calm695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5Qht0YgiD
The sand beneath my feat695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1k4aPEA9xi
Carried beneath the waves695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRSp1lSmGXb
The sun on my face695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKpLkJ4FjTI
A golden glow in a lavish haze695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBI8iEOHZtJ
And my Father above who is indeed there695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6gyEe9ub9o
Though my love is gone, my Father is there695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfU9dsjceYC
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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