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." 631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhV7bk1Ck2p
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 feet631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPDX6LCJyB6
Stolen away from me631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiSXf0fsPeL
The sun nowhere to be seen631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf0G0WkGIkk
Rain pounding on my face631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlPpsyRKWiQ
I look and I look but I see nothing631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDWtEGqWSCP
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8AT5NBzFpY
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkcTwoxfJT
Has stolen away a piece of me631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpKMgszpwt
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX2wJ5SFhpM
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrKDyCE2jZd
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHKrU0TxACO
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdcswdyACm
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcD1945p6nB
Again and again and again631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrTjVU1ngA2
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRRVrW9Mdoc
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8kr7mvl47l
The rain stops, the waves calm631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wzKqjPwvo
The sand beneath my feat631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPoYNHbHGkF
Carried beneath the waves631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWJUOsgGzb9
The sun on my face631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSbJN7t7Qhc
A golden glow in a lavish haze631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNA88wVrTav
And my Father above who is indeed there631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJTIr6fe3Dj
Though my love is gone, my Father is there631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKozhjQoftI
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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