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." 608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡApcFGmJ56c
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 feet608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfME5pkI2iv
Stolen away from me608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGF4YzJ3S6S
The sun nowhere to be seen608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDerut215ry
Rain pounding on my face608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVEfKVEUqBP
I look and I look but I see nothing608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFAFq6K8ks3
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvWtzXIcle0
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQ79vR2jXT
Has stolen away a piece of me608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAOx6QZ1xtR
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvkynXkBqq
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhcoB17oLDf
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6rIA5pXu9C
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6dS5CCE0Oy
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAR6cHHBQQK
Again and again and again608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxgeJEoH1Ma
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5TSoT5fJUF
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7vqdYDw8Y
The rain stops, the waves calm608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcnSriiJzdW
The sand beneath my feat608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbjkGCpakT6
Carried beneath the waves608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKUZwndzOGO
The sun on my face608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHjIaVClou
A golden glow in a lavish haze608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6WroxQLso
And my Father above who is indeed there608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAkkW0Nhd8s
Though my love is gone, my Father is there608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhEhZ3VPOP8
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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