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." 625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡURYDJemR4P
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 feet625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXU8geXDYUo
Stolen away from me625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjGGntpSEQG
The sun nowhere to be seen625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlHQjFTNUv
Rain pounding on my face625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeZ1tq0Rwsz
I look and I look but I see nothing625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ343nBNsiC7
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO1uKAU7kmu
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9LODCnMO1D
Has stolen away a piece of me625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdWdumFnsua
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXcBhWqAt3Q
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGf1am9rVFT
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPS0mpXUWRf
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9nGkyGWo80
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBIgaurC1ok
Again and again and again625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUyWAphZfj1
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV3t97fKyfq
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbESYL03bor
The rain stops, the waves calm625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDUTdjIL15n
The sand beneath my feat625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqDQCysKsGI
Carried beneath the waves625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLHwL6mUvSr
The sun on my face625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFwXqKxIEU9
A golden glow in a lavish haze625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4165jMLyHE
And my Father above who is indeed there625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBqBSdiunr8
Though my love is gone, my Father is there625Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVsVhvjWOJ
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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