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." 651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGkjYAqCQ9Q
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 feet651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZJXyUAaoCc
Stolen away from me651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaAWHpP21In
The sun nowhere to be seen651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ149ALzrDAo
Rain pounding on my face651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN6rdfNmvvo
I look and I look but I see nothing651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTj3R1FAPIF
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡazO1PRLXEk
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdVsH2BmRuB
Has stolen away a piece of me651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTnTJ2c8Ne7
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0JqKZJRjff
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXhubpAv5o
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcTP9cJWgVn
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlHCHnYWxjh
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgy0uNz0VpI
Again and again and again651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcOogJ5RbFY
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIjPi8PNxoW
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq0KZAF9qCs
The rain stops, the waves calm651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvQIW7LSUUy
The sand beneath my feat651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwHq40oAeXf
Carried beneath the waves651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAqHlY4chR2
The sun on my face651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzQAvSXNPOC
A golden glow in a lavish haze651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSMRHtuNre5
And my Father above who is indeed there651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbaUh8TUIGl
Though my love is gone, my Father is there651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwyzNgNPofJ
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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