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." 646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgpREukbV9s
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 feet646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlxGdJHIhhq
Stolen away from me646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcMo29MV2cm
The sun nowhere to be seen646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxeyZLQaMIc
Rain pounding on my face646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB2JWBMH04N
I look and I look but I see nothing646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTkrrdlGHTh
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3UGeZve9Vk
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJuoPJfjrj
Has stolen away a piece of me646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjuivPgisU
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0APzMoBZf3
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKFPFzJQOm2
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSEcNuNSMIk
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIi8SqsyH0m
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkP7FMcievW
Again and again and again646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZg1ZhvFQmL
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRF5QW8oSyG
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmTiu2WFosk
The rain stops, the waves calm646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMkEeIddWK9
The sand beneath my feat646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzdU00hGHft
Carried beneath the waves646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqnL0cCZs6P
The sun on my face646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYw9hEUnkLo
A golden glow in a lavish haze646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIANVJfSLEl
And my Father above who is indeed there646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKTZZBAGE4z
Though my love is gone, my Father is there646Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnzcIW5tjOu
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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