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." 694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhlxKpuOuoY
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 feet694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkM34Lpfc0B
Stolen away from me694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Udpj1eVJx
The sun nowhere to be seen694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcg6Z9r19h4
Rain pounding on my face694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10OxbqtdTa
I look and I look but I see nothing694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgAtXv5HT8C
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYQNveT9RpA
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3kDspgNBNp
Has stolen away a piece of me694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlt44xchEL
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFbd2uUhytY
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiBpGZzm4wr
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡshlvX89y8e
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHu2wR0yi7
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgSBWRxI9C9
Again and again and again694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefp9dyaMr4
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwnv38TfT5Q
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvCZz24IOFW
The rain stops, the waves calm694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNBLMshdaX5
The sand beneath my feat694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW2m9Eg8tt9
Carried beneath the waves694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4bKVVliY2R
The sun on my face694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4n9gzKTrm
A golden glow in a lavish haze694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡse9HeMIA4o
And my Father above who is indeed there694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSIVrLUby1E
Though my love is gone, my Father is there694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkhSmMlDcq
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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