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." 955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOM7CaOuV75
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 feet955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0RY9lmEX2R
Stolen away from me955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOygUQMwbZH
The sun nowhere to be seen955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEh9tlef2xx
Rain pounding on my face955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡomLhaJM7fp
I look and I look but I see nothing955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBytIMzBbvB
I pray to my Father but I hear nothing955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8SQ4L2mA2
The sea with its merciless tail and monstrous teeth955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFKw9Su0Evy
Has stolen away a piece of me955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi8gIJVRE2W
The horizon is fading, my hope is breaking955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKMs81t2lME
I lift my head up to the sky, trying to glimpse a piece of Him955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyoEfla4EKK
Is He there? Is He actually looking, is He actually with me?955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf0ghaMht0W
Then I look to the sea where the sails had disappeared955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQQSWfkhrY7
I look to sea that had swallowed up my love
I look back to the heavens and pray955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHdJoLPQm0C
Again and again and again955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSJgpZ24UEP
I cry and grieve, but I feel my heart mending955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtrQ5P2oOHM
Not with hope, but with understanding and faith955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRopocRcvsa
The rain stops, the waves calm955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3zu3QysWwy
The sand beneath my feat955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQK7wJCmwlN
Carried beneath the waves955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT9gM3xefpQ
The sun on my face955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWmY8ZdmQTb
A golden glow in a lavish haze955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUhKodgWkOy
And my Father above who is indeed there955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5F76HhS6T
Though my love is gone, my Father is there955Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcNCUD4aw5H
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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