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." 693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2XF5ALuCC
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 feet693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5S3gf7XpVd
Stolen away from me693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCKs0jSZPNO
The sun nowhere to be seen693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBS9S9jwfnt
Rain pounding on my face693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9YY67usEVs
I look and I look but I see nothing693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf0vCv88u3G
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV3WvsRMajN
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAFkRtYl6O7
Has stolen away a piece of me693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBaqZBSJROF
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNzB70RAg2
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjDh2BGMcZu
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcfGXDlb3hB
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCw5zfJlqnk
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3LBZBvomxb
Again and again and again693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUO4zdCpCRg
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡutUGq3Em7r
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYtDs8h0Tm7
The rain stops, the waves calm693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlvNlEwKXSw
The sand beneath my feat693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTDueGYk6zj
Carried beneath the waves693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyLLfVHH8TR
The sun on my face693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgV82Qtx0bA
A golden glow in a lavish haze693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzTeYDuLazo
And my Father above who is indeed there693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUu0DCa4nDr
Though my love is gone, my Father is there693Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqQUnEEo0iF
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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