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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