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." 724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsjIXdnUSrz
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 feet724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSimJvuRdJr
Stolen away from me724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMrNYRBG3tm
The sun nowhere to be seen724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh4XXeCiw8i
Rain pounding on my face724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJITSTjR51r
I look and I look but I see nothing724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ943ylVAVCG
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS67NoQuoyb
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmE7Txb5p6e
Has stolen away a piece of me724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkpvUEYIk7F
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzA41c2adku
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWcmLhShBmd
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlzFxHO5nKB
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjvha70dFy
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8C7oOKgSf2
Again and again and again724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfCrXisiK71
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtxtVi2GYgU
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp18Xpzg3nP
The rain stops, the waves calm724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4dKZfmJSMW
The sand beneath my feat724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhXOnrOdOZO
Carried beneath the waves724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk9XzvsSlag
The sun on my face724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJrcsHEtGy
A golden glow in a lavish haze724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzPkdaunvwX
And my Father above who is indeed there724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMCNHWQKTEq
Though my love is gone, my Father is there724Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ7nhYTbHsC
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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