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." 622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnjzAidc1Qo
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 feet622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrYdMB6fMzM
Stolen away from me622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2B5rvSIJBh
The sun nowhere to be seen622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvnonyEKL9
Rain pounding on my face622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnnuxC8rLpn
I look and I look but I see nothing622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl3dGD0Rdpw
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzFkubmHZ3w
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8fviMLf70r
Has stolen away a piece of me622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLACVDMFCh0
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKoxGmnO2DC
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡluHkH5CGIV
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkokK2Z3oMB
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQS0f7b33O
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNtAJZtJIL7
Again and again and again622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRQ5lB831nW
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡStFM1SGtA4
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyuC0HIGXGl
The rain stops, the waves calm622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIq2IzmDrYc
The sand beneath my feat622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcP6kile6Ra
Carried beneath the waves622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJKW2i6lCPe
The sun on my face622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVU6WKSeF7v
A golden glow in a lavish haze622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl00fZyNqVx
And my Father above who is indeed there622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhjjjF7jyiY
Though my love is gone, my Father is there622Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpiXPS7LKJv
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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