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." 605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpvbJzAHyDX
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 feet605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuW17OuRfN
Stolen away from me605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWcTXN9tJyp
The sun nowhere to be seen605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIgTaCGeEAa
Rain pounding on my face605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwboHYafn6b
I look and I look but I see nothing605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsDlBuU80DL
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp5cVpNAfF0
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ29pfp6Tha1
Has stolen away a piece of me605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLhnYsLSQJE
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzp8hkDZJf
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJphxy8dIj
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHclH4sZJXN
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHyBTYkj0QI
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKqwNrvp7vO
Again and again and again605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI1c2eHL0tQ
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡco0hcfHaxs
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOLmzVVn4j0
The rain stops, the waves calm605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1ptVnEzWt
The sand beneath my feat605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2rKFSuI6se
Carried beneath the waves605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ91zU9qG62j
The sun on my face605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOAIObw89uQ
A golden glow in a lavish haze605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobGJMTeyRJ
And my Father above who is indeed there605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNWDX1rbQLB
Though my love is gone, my Father is there605Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUuJe148AYN
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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