A Compelling Force

• Rebecca Geddes, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

To laugh, to cry, to remember.
The shattered hopes, lost dreams, tragedy and tears.
As though life be just an ember,
With but petty dreams and creeping fears.
To hunger for something more.

It is devastation, a broken world, a world of crime, of sadness.
The echoes of mourning, remnants of wars fought
Row on row the crosses; relics of forgotten madness
There are but few remaining, few sought,
Beyond what a broken world can offer.

It is hope of which we speak; a driving force, a testing goal.
For those who pursue have compassion, honour, integrity.
Hope drives a nation, a people, a single soul…
Forming, thus completing, a human identity.
A fulfilment afar from the aloof; a revelation for humble hearts.