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." 630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlLXdfgdhHv
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 feet630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmqmgLrDtu6
Stolen away from me630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOPF5hKHvZ5
The sun nowhere to be seen630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvtCsrMkS0
Rain pounding on my face630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4gdnAJhNnY
I look and I look but I see nothing630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡARFdtdxDXV
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0SGnY5yskk
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4NnUZlfjZt
Has stolen away a piece of me630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAX5r8uI3Eo
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWnMYcbSnst
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiuXMLo6UYy
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3tg0WwHOE
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDMETtOOM7U
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXsQYUoiijm
Again and again and again630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhpWvcWxZiK
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLVXg8NCOsU
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡepm7LxSr2W
The rain stops, the waves calm630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdwSNg9lUPp
The sand beneath my feat630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZtKUt83kf
Carried beneath the waves630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG15U3FkWVD
The sun on my face630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOQHz3HVvX
A golden glow in a lavish haze630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk2HOZddJx6
And my Father above who is indeed there630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkfHRg9XK9w
Though my love is gone, my Father is there630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeqpEioiZx2
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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