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." 963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtJ1Tp2LjpR
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 feet963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0qpgdcgl0A
Stolen away from me963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhDF2XUm6Uh
The sun nowhere to be seen963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9yxiWdXJoS
Rain pounding on my face963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzTv4LGBNby
I look and I look but I see nothing963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3D5axNVMo
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyyscNbwDY
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjd4HVdN1f0
Has stolen away a piece of me963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn1zFQ97NeS
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0wRBb5DsaN
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdp4PXCCeo8
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtGOw1fpgQc
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVbB6PUHYfG
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3dtXjr7KAr
Again and again and again963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOxk2Xu8G5
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJoUQRuOzMF
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUVW2OkoSRb
The rain stops, the waves calm963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnxRnkccq5f
The sand beneath my feat963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbtqkXhP0Bn
Carried beneath the waves963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qpFPlhOPp
The sun on my face963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohjFqBf08d
A golden glow in a lavish haze963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzsiiI1GVGs
And my Father above who is indeed there963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJmnEOgf4JN
Though my love is gone, my Father is there963Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvYf38w5p7V
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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