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." 689Please respect copyright.PENANAp5xPtMkee1
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 feet689Please respect copyright.PENANAJIZtfFhACJ
Stolen away from me689Please respect copyright.PENANAVnSB8F19VC
The sun nowhere to be seen689Please respect copyright.PENANAaqDmGixSQE
Rain pounding on my face689Please respect copyright.PENANALUMVI4wqku
I look and I look but I see nothing689Please respect copyright.PENANAEH70CNckKf
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing689Please respect copyright.PENANAMSSZvNBM0T
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth689Please respect copyright.PENANAEvxdQ0UsdL
Has stolen away a piece of me689Please respect copyright.PENANAaA3vAtHYs3
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking689Please respect copyright.PENANAflde392NZ7
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him689Please respect copyright.PENANASmCmAbOlt6
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?689Please respect copyright.PENANA0hKF4xsBrn
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared689Please respect copyright.PENANAD7NuadppkQ
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray689Please respect copyright.PENANAzB7QLsTTQG
Again and again and again689Please respect copyright.PENANAMAhTaylK4K
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending689Please respect copyright.PENANA5UFhU4ivi9
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith689Please respect copyright.PENANAxqI7Z69eLj
The rain stops, the waves calm689Please respect copyright.PENANAhY11xahQzK
The sand beneath my feat689Please respect copyright.PENANA19yVrnW2VQ
Carried beneath the waves689Please respect copyright.PENANAKGRcJ2HvtF
The sun on my face689Please respect copyright.PENANAk8uzAfA6S3
A golden glow in a lavish haze689Please respect copyright.PENANAFxkH1Jjfkg
And my Father above who is indeed there689Please respect copyright.PENANA0BwfF6ZrD4
Though my love is gone, my Father is there689Please respect copyright.PENANAvUmqwM4Y8B
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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