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." 556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF2WISnJnay
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 feet556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZJ82xThh5
Stolen away from me556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6KIdoEvR15
The sun nowhere to be seen556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBaoUmVeBEf
Rain pounding on my face556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVeJOuH8NMN
I look and I look but I see nothing556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFKWD6uLazi
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO53GR8cUWs
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3SEP3ujbvj
Has stolen away a piece of me556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNaFkLiBg0N
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw5Rtmm3jbD
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS9EDP3f9RU
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxLGHnjqOD
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuRLFBHuTco
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjUMGvif7RR
Again and again and again556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp8ixqaxezM
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8qhnH57K72
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡycnnQiuzey
The rain stops, the waves calm556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyt9ceUk9n5
The sand beneath my feat556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbrLGfaNB0q
Carried beneath the waves556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKn1kze5ueO
The sun on my face556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy3ho2eKBZq
A golden glow in a lavish haze556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9L44Yfvhm0
And my Father above who is indeed there556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ8s6aXmdRg
Though my love is gone, my Father is there556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWaZtOefFtF
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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