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." 594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn2w0j80EE1
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 feet594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoeb1TOVMtW
Stolen away from me594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ced4O3Tft
The sun nowhere to be seen594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoGg1qbDCfU
Rain pounding on my face594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ151culcbwH
I look and I look but I see nothing594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡekvEoU7CVe
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9rOkMaV2qZ
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA8SApKNeNc
Has stolen away a piece of me594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa7iabyAZJ4
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSofYS7PjG3
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡukXmZrmpwP
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbhK4tEODxk
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOsPRjD14Hc
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtEBVJK0GyQ
Again and again and again594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8C3nCmzPt6
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEXXXwWB4UF
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3MzIo5m20u
The rain stops, the waves calm594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTF07N70uPv
The sand beneath my feat594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1xkFlxElo
Carried beneath the waves594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6DQJCmavYh
The sun on my face594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiZy8itjTFQ
A golden glow in a lavish haze594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVqdpXKQcUI
And my Father above who is indeed there594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKJZBCtv6F8
Though my love is gone, my Father is there594Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJoIejS4dsE
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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