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." 682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE371SarHuP
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 feet682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTiDIcbXxay
Stolen away from me682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkmDtIqum18
The sun nowhere to be seen682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmwBEnMaPgJ
Rain pounding on my face682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Le8JiwAV5
I look and I look but I see nothing682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDBWyBGtn8u
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsrWow8wU4s
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡELSInscp00
Has stolen away a piece of me682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3F0qZYAIWs
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzDuvOoRpES
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvAfW9YW9Fm
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkYWaQNFc7p
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyCYke4jU7
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvbvGi6mFKp
Again and again and again682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzRexfTNI3A
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK3jOefPa81
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIC6PlFHnoU
The rain stops, the waves calm682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWGJmq1MMiB
The sand beneath my feat682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT3uSA1fpao
Carried beneath the waves682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbEx2k5figN
The sun on my face682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvjfNKYTiZa
A golden glow in a lavish haze682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohF0ikwMKp
And my Father above who is indeed there682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfOX2WkyNon
Though my love is gone, my Father is there682Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZruAKTybZz
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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