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." 648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSYk2H3hECv
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 feet648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhGo52h8JVz
Stolen away from me648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIgOpSaQngb
The sun nowhere to be seen648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXCCUJf0XuC
Rain pounding on my face648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOKWxWtoRTk
I look and I look but I see nothing648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4RNCIyWF0X
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTaQV1WKKCz
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhH8kNEx8Es
Has stolen away a piece of me648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Wd9MMgJ1J
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRILLEVTnZZ
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa8tc0wHPfT
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN5TST0g8gR
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIPCcjul0EA
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaYXJujeh2o
Again and again and again648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5BJ1WLe0qF
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSmfntUqhAn
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcCpTqC7LCs
The rain stops, the waves calm648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE8OU7S1V17
The sand beneath my feat648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLgqQR2T95
Carried beneath the waves648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡob5Xg2EZ0o
The sun on my face648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3zWmWqEiP0
A golden glow in a lavish haze648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe1Gr0q8L8N
And my Father above who is indeed there648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYtEp450oSs
Though my love is gone, my Father is there648Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNZSjpeSFOa
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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