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." 497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAutC9zut4I
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 feet497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ziW3RNQ4F
Stolen away from me497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡttPuJ7HEPE
The sun nowhere to be seen497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjncqon8mon
Rain pounding on my face497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm16Gxwhw3o
I look and I look but I see nothing497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvWDzxKqrRp
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbg3mrd8LlV
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUjSJ3l0JMR
Has stolen away a piece of me497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbdVZAkro32
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7VnFc9GHZj
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ00ZBny43gR
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwx4V9d1Wft
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsrNkxWUpaz
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJjljfUHASY
Again and again and again497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC0RY8hmgqJ
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2AUILrPOX0
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBvNCEDCjN0
The rain stops, the waves calm497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6FiRajpEPW
The sand beneath my feat497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi9sZNhKY4p
Carried beneath the waves497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxCfgBLgTLz
The sun on my face497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcNnTjdPSk
A golden glow in a lavish haze497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡavlxyg0eAn
And my Father above who is indeed there497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTrUjoWTJ0z
Though my love is gone, my Father is there497Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEyu7ZLSrdI
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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