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." 424Please respect copyright.PENANAPaA7zRmAv7
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 feet424Please respect copyright.PENANA8UY1VeW5Kc
Stolen away from me424Please respect copyright.PENANAaeiW5SdL3I
The sun nowhere to be seen424Please respect copyright.PENANA1WkGVauDqb
Rain pounding on my face424Please respect copyright.PENANAsvmKzC2r3x
I look and I look but I see nothing424Please respect copyright.PENANA62S1YdnaLM
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing424Please respect copyright.PENANAB9duJwNHBB
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth424Please respect copyright.PENANAE7WrqKDOgA
Has stolen away a piece of me424Please respect copyright.PENANAahQwUOWG8b
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking424Please respect copyright.PENANAObpcZGCLSu
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him424Please respect copyright.PENANAaaiiqsqOk0
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?424Please respect copyright.PENANA3qLqjCiJpL
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared424Please respect copyright.PENANABJMv8w7Qb1
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray424Please respect copyright.PENANAUvG9D6n3R7
Again and again and again424Please respect copyright.PENANAwcq13eW9cR
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending424Please respect copyright.PENANAZLw9FQjt1d
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith424Please respect copyright.PENANAKXs6xHd2qe
The rain stops, the waves calm424Please respect copyright.PENANATRy8SpfinE
The sand beneath my feat424Please respect copyright.PENANASoDK2N7WkX
Carried beneath the waves424Please respect copyright.PENANADdbbn5Zoq7
The sun on my face424Please respect copyright.PENANA911HcqfxC9
A golden glow in a lavish haze424Please respect copyright.PENANAO5FpxJx8Yr
And my Father above who is indeed there424Please respect copyright.PENANAx9kg1Ab9AD
Though my love is gone, my Father is there424Please respect copyright.PENANA1HrM9YHCxz
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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