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." 554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbyjh6CtFM
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 feet554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGbheHBMwIg
Stolen away from me554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNMHDw38n1z
The sun nowhere to be seen554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKOFVtkhbxt
Rain pounding on my face554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWij4wIK6Oq
I look and I look but I see nothing554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZTu22aTzec
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9U5gW4NCvB
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQBfhgsKfhI
Has stolen away a piece of me554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjW0YD84d3K
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNM8ktPBewR
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGfqsR5kMb
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytR3UbSa5r
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3fEygMJKGB
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUqRnRcHjD6
Again and again and again554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk6sk5qlT0U
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ENvIpb2tN
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaiovgUolKl
The rain stops, the waves calm554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡps4Zthiz1m
The sand beneath my feat554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzKfLPCKohP
Carried beneath the waves554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFwr1iQckdY
The sun on my face554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9w8TivwB0j
A golden glow in a lavish haze554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9p98vWdLo5
And my Father above who is indeed there554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Y9VOPtobn
Though my love is gone, my Father is there554Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtCSRE5gJHi
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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