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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