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." 633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUXiP2JSA5B
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 feet633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS9AxueeYkZ
Stolen away from me633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq7QONbUXem
The sun nowhere to be seen633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGWWRTTwl5c
Rain pounding on my face633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpgRUJlgZeA
I look and I look but I see nothing633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyLYSvYwGCP
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfuV0Sep9q
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡssEc0I9A6V
Has stolen away a piece of me633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPhGNe1q4r
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzJxKx9rjQk
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM3zU3hRw9s
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX5UCT5d7ti
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijFiClyEVJ
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡePxxAHrpLS
Again and again and again633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE9tMgY5Qea
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6QhjAQZeU
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡanogktav8y
The rain stops, the waves calm633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFyP93Yxlbe
The sand beneath my feat633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ670Coi07E5
Carried beneath the waves633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHSKff7aq9
The sun on my face633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsyYywRONsJ
A golden glow in a lavish haze633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo0H8nQnCm2
And my Father above who is indeed there633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcKCg7SyZu
Though my love is gone, my Father is there633Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqOA9tvZjew
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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