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." 498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIM66QYtH9a
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 feet498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEY3njYsRme
Stolen away from me498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1EEsDe4GPf
The sun nowhere to be seen498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlulotZ9nfE
Rain pounding on my face498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhNYAfG8iTu
I look and I look but I see nothing498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIZaHbdzeUg
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9cNFqCjj0Z
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGc636DUYy6
Has stolen away a piece of me498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSpCCNXZbBj
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtXayiivxZ3
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡErwt2MJPse
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3AUMeEEtI3
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1HsfIP5d6s
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyKflH5F7oH
Again and again and again498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡACJDHUeH18
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv2fzH306y1
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8mWC0Kcgnk
The rain stops, the waves calm498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7QLWDjPrVt
The sand beneath my feat498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxSri5XXDwX
Carried beneath the waves498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa6yFikdzAr
The sun on my face498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5cJNFVqp4J
A golden glow in a lavish haze498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqOUHTah9nb
And my Father above who is indeed there498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmguXuqU7gx
Though my love is gone, my Father is there498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbtLvj1JDkf
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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