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." 607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8VWJE9TwZM
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 feet607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu3j9A1HKJy
Stolen away from me607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TsWFc7K8A
The sun nowhere to be seen607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm9yARChWxE
Rain pounding on my face607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeDJfFQPT2V
I look and I look but I see nothing607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1LuKLZLNeN
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDUKEz7GOQk
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVjai742F2
Has stolen away a piece of me607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrkDa7TYid6
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2KSQDXlw2r
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKDgw89M2U7
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkOR3wriLk
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfDsC1gfKf5
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3f9jvmN1l4
Again and again and again607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbwdiC1zeH
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq8dgkSQKap
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnCDcn6D0YN
The rain stops, the waves calm607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFM9n9jDLq5
The sand beneath my feat607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK5GU4bRY4J
Carried beneath the waves607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcJ0LISUmVl
The sun on my face607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVkKMeK4dO1
A golden glow in a lavish haze607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNXUyDTVWnW
And my Father above who is indeed there607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3UtTJqjn52
Though my love is gone, my Father is there607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiD0NMTinip
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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