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." 551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCsQumTMedD
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 feet551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx1AS1rsmfQ
Stolen away from me551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4eCXUxnQ1
The sun nowhere to be seen551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡERZcx4Qq15
Rain pounding on my face551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMyyBXpaDsD
I look and I look but I see nothing551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeEvVBMasrj
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsRz5DUhmKR
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ShMxGBLqd
Has stolen away a piece of me551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRpw2Kmjwdh
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Cp3Ucgr36
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ckeI8fwn9
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZI7olwlU5U
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ZiktJKHaV
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1F65E0Zgb
Again and again and again551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI88RdqcOnw
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1idD2hjK33
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2fCVTiLlcA
The rain stops, the waves calm551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwxHBOha0Et
The sand beneath my feat551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkL6lY90cyl
Carried beneath the waves551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu9fH5pa5jP
The sun on my face551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1UvfaxB3g
A golden glow in a lavish haze551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm3eRKFULUn
And my Father above who is indeed there551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ28d9h5m6pl
Though my love is gone, my Father is there551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrJRZ1ty5hi
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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