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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwSJjU5RpY
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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5lLIUty2y
Stolen away from me651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnKQsrUHJgt
The sun nowhere to be seen651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVz2YTiy3cF
Rain pounding on my face651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ378dkjF17r
I look and I look but I see nothing651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd7d7VY5QjU
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3PknSMTlVe
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrmAk6VrOIi
Has stolen away a piece of me651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBXlD0anC6T
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeWwpCXylF6
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdVG0VYgFpp
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuWPFBsIjKM
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnLo3qkWcnL
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡexqeyGPoLp
Again and again and again651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgK9o7AGKxy
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQaSnYed1Jq
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUgFHDB7os
The rain stops, the waves calm651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg2BjCViYTL
The sand beneath my feat651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYY9fFYE8PG
Carried beneath the waves651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNWwFovus6
The sun on my face651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVs5gRhMfj
A golden glow in a lavish haze651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbChFYzoC85
And my Father above who is indeed there651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0M0ESxy1bV
Though my love is gone, my Father is there651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTejuVg7oCW
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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