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." 596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ275S5hIPBS
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 feet596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHC9UhBu64T
Stolen away from me596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡASYi6oBguU
The sun nowhere to be seen596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn3v4cF70vP
Rain pounding on my face596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGaVYifoPra
I look and I look but I see nothing596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnDsAaf1LK7
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡosDwFj3dsu
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ8MnhpoLSc
Has stolen away a piece of me596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY6S4QPszg9
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ843P3hlpm1
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkj5KAsBSdi
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuhs3VpLzEE
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWPOX8Hzq3W
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUBW0sfivf7
Again and again and again596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkyb3fEMc4V
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0IxyZM46ry
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPmDYDUfr47
The rain stops, the waves calm596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT2t53gUVld
The sand beneath my feat596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhm8YDvzu4n
Carried beneath the waves596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3BW6qSUs5I
The sun on my face596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlDuCSLHXsB
A golden glow in a lavish haze596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNTTHb5TYTu
And my Father above who is indeed there596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡosoKSaRall
Though my love is gone, my Father is there596Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqdIZGUAxR2
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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