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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN3i3DPMDT2
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.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpoNfG2krcF
Stolen away from me690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRIBaasqFyN
The sun nowhere to be seen690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrB6IftFWpi
Rain pounding on my face690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYQA8zjv4WF
I look and I look but I see nothing690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNLQqmxYeu
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHs2f8xm3Bj
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpYiNeQx2Ni
Has stolen away a piece of me690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpLOZxyOQqF
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfhJOzxtc8z
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7jmKuubGnd
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlm5s8NUoYJ
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcA2FgK7210
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpPPBXdpOWT
Again and again and again690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSu0QMoNluf
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoLCxSEa6Wk
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgM3VgGxgVk
The rain stops, the waves calm690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc1pW7hkogi
The sand beneath my feat690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq43V0lwx95
Carried beneath the waves690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSNCeNFo8DL
The sun on my face690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsePTqyEO5
A golden glow in a lavish haze690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdAQ2ugDGGV
And my Father above who is indeed there690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4lrPJ2eXq
Though my love is gone, my Father is there690Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd5qS4wy2fZ
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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