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." 612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzY1soWIbuK
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 feet612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIgypksFjY7
Stolen away from me612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjeDSidklnW
The sun nowhere to be seen612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa1bSo7L4Ix
Rain pounding on my face612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7gDhg3B8HR
I look and I look but I see nothing612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡePHdVjnSo1
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvgNkpKqxbm
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmMDV4ubOnK
Has stolen away a piece of me612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9lVktRtg2
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr3FfKPCNtA
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz18Wxa1A4Y
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdQk1lrT66z
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE2eJ35X9rm
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS28DZE5cuR
Again and again and again612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhFyIhyrkgQ
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4553PP27zG
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAjU6DPcTiL
The rain stops, the waves calm612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo024DNuC5t
The sand beneath my feat612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmef88670hB
Carried beneath the waves612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyaZTHTmg7A
The sun on my face612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQd82NjuJhr
A golden glow in a lavish haze612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXyhZNuk08q
And my Father above who is indeed there612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDxfWMEKdFU
Though my love is gone, my Father is there612Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpiWVvGW10b
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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