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." 653Please respect copyright.PENANAn3pWEAsF7l
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 feet653Please respect copyright.PENANAgIMB1DmkXp
Stolen away from me653Please respect copyright.PENANAqJPXsWU1Zf
The sun nowhere to be seen653Please respect copyright.PENANA8TR2RsrH4t
Rain pounding on my face653Please respect copyright.PENANAhm9aWuQPmn
I look and I look but I see nothing653Please respect copyright.PENANAE1OoSfKikA
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing653Please respect copyright.PENANAtJFb5bo9Cc
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth653Please respect copyright.PENANA3Ey4GlUyTW
Has stolen away a piece of me653Please respect copyright.PENANAdwKaycI5rt
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking653Please respect copyright.PENANAJ8DNuJCrMb
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him653Please respect copyright.PENANAURboYjexcv
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?653Please respect copyright.PENANA0jnXta3B1j
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared653Please respect copyright.PENANAfnflwl1Lip
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray653Please respect copyright.PENANAyTO393WkSu
Again and again and again653Please respect copyright.PENANA8Df7fcNSCf
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending653Please respect copyright.PENANArGfsHKfzpD
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith653Please respect copyright.PENANAQ8k2i6vp6Y
The rain stops, the waves calm653Please respect copyright.PENANA5y4yM95ZGY
The sand beneath my feat653Please respect copyright.PENANATuolED5zqa
Carried beneath the waves653Please respect copyright.PENANAY51bFJEhpB
The sun on my face653Please respect copyright.PENANAPhEoqOiAbX
A golden glow in a lavish haze653Please respect copyright.PENANAUE3OzFy9Vk
And my Father above who is indeed there653Please respect copyright.PENANAuFp4MfM18o
Though my love is gone, my Father is there653Please respect copyright.PENANALRTCuFwdA5
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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