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." 662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ96obT0mXnB
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 feet662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBuDmPGZmwo
Stolen away from me662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAuBVoBaFM7
The sun nowhere to be seen662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrKFXzljtmE
Rain pounding on my face662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmjoyhFkJzC
I look and I look but I see nothing662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1uYAneiqSd
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf2ULEoqATU
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ74QXClrrNK
Has stolen away a piece of me662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK3bhoWXR6j
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPNOVyueH1o
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wlHNhwGC1
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFrj9HqWY4
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1bdpRrOvr
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMwOoDey1hC
Again and again and again662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEwEbsAEPZg
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpsq2d6Zi02
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgrYXPI5ul
The rain stops, the waves calm662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2GTNdold2u
The sand beneath my feat662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIkrpQvjbcC
Carried beneath the waves662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEf2ol1dmQi
The sun on my face662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlh28hhfmo7
A golden glow in a lavish haze662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3u9PixnghG
And my Father above who is indeed there662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWW39dBj2wf
Though my love is gone, my Father is there662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLN5ebdUPpW
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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