Beacons

• Jeremy Siow, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2008

I will be the guide to the coming of deliverance.
For those who follow, the light is merely beneath our fingertips.
Burning like beacons of fire,
Our mere prescence is enough to gather those who fear above.

Like cobwebs on an ancient paperback book,
This standstill of faith has collated those who question the existence.
What has sparked this passionate disbelief?
What preaches to love has gathered those who hate.

Fear not, for the end is distant.
Lead by example and not through words of disgust.
Open your arms to those who call him,
Our floors must not be covered with our own blood.

Stand your ground.
Look inside.
With fists tightly clenched,
Our war is within and not on the battlefields.