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." 626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡICNmIuS7v7
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 feet626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKFwtq5y5AA
Stolen away from me626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5G45Y2L6Gr
The sun nowhere to be seen626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbeyjc4WwNv
Rain pounding on my face626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡez8zsBCkmw
I look and I look but I see nothing626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTWKCUyq85E
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVHUVfRlUFP
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqVIcgWSAKF
Has stolen away a piece of me626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBzANAyzfmJ
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjTpsuPMCMp
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRgEV8ehfi
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0nzpHZ87JM
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz7d8hkiti0
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXEA69XQXTf
Again and again and again626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAVGmTy7sS3
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1wNZrnp44s
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY8pbnCnhvc
The rain stops, the waves calm626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYfmjvn0vCd
The sand beneath my feat626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2MDIbQi94W
Carried beneath the waves626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfs3gj7Zncc
The sun on my face626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh972MF07sA
A golden glow in a lavish haze626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtrmLG0ihr0
And my Father above who is indeed there626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8FA1VJEitM
Though my love is gone, my Father is there626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc4ctjm78FA
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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