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." 690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVhITs0QdPR
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 feet690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4BP38AEuFs
Stolen away from me690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWifnL33huQ
The sun nowhere to be seen690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9YJonx5Wgg
Rain pounding on my face690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeDCradrS5G
I look and I look but I see nothing690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWNOjqMjMvk
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB1YLxuZXK6
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8xbVyACkdE
Has stolen away a piece of me690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0VWpu8X3xy
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQlQWSthvk5
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6DADKg44ow
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8FBp5LcFKr
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwnIxHWX8G
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡziwmw06iLj
Again and again and again690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXLGdX4jeE
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnTpHqedMyw
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkXWXQGysk1
The rain stops, the waves calm690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdQr9Ir4Ej5
The sand beneath my feat690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxe4EQMO4p1
Carried beneath the waves690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFin2aFCP3i
The sun on my face690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8lHYlQkMkp
A golden glow in a lavish haze690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaspvlQZqFz
And my Father above who is indeed there690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGI7UASg6Hp
Though my love is gone, my Father is there690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiTcgF2GkFC
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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