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." 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK1FqwjdSdo
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 feet623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM6wJh4ZVH3
Stolen away from me623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeRMIbNnd7L
The sun nowhere to be seen623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVutKLDXxF
Rain pounding on my face623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkiTce8LQhB
I look and I look but I see nothing623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Ftv1Ljr1s
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsOyy8VjD4
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuETxn34dx0
Has stolen away a piece of me623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9lplIwE3t
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5P0dEjtD58
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoKEc5QAoF5
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi3T0byTJxd
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡopfFAvkAy1
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Ibn3viW6N
Again and again and again623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbdCIQxOP5c
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkXVr7f7lnz
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡokwKFpC2FQ
The rain stops, the waves calm623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKOk9r0Oqvk
The sand beneath my feat623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDLGGd3KA1c
Carried beneath the waves623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4TaKLUjRr
The sun on my face623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7GwuLmiPOh
A golden glow in a lavish haze623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhRpsAoOnCH
And my Father above who is indeed there623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwfhSZkZeBI
Though my love is gone, my Father is there623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eQOjy3Tqf
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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