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." 590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVjCZzLvGDv
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 feet590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEi6llDtS4L
Stolen away from me590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtpaV1dICFI
The sun nowhere to be seen590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWfD99Njmt2
Rain pounding on my face590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlayo0t8A82
I look and I look but I see nothing590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe2EKIUbnUW
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjD81vdEkxt
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkbS1qpUM5
Has stolen away a piece of me590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ462BlmQsNr
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOOeYVsUPcr
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt5NkIduqck
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtAGcjyBIgn
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUto464Bf0X
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ4koud90Xy
Again and again and again590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgEx1gh7Osj
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1oK3v19nS6
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJWHPYEtMLP
The rain stops, the waves calm590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcrwbZJE9bE
The sand beneath my feat590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeiXDCiodfC
Carried beneath the waves590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU6SM1Ia1qC
The sun on my face590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz9g41xuoDx
A golden glow in a lavish haze590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJHn4qNOTXP
And my Father above who is indeed there590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWUXsWDk6xH
Though my love is gone, my Father is there590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVIUjCgKtOJ
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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