How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
If I had all the answers,
I would have to know
every question.
If you know
each question,
it leaves little room
for curiosity.
Without curiosity,
there is nothing left
to ask?
We learn by asking,
we live by learning.
We question,
and then question
each answer. Every
time.
Time itself provides
questions, and the
answers are not
always there. So we
keep asking, or waiting
for the answers.
Keep questioning
the how and why, and
the when, and who;
always mindful that
some questions are
not worth asking.
If you ask the question
you must be prepared
for the answer.
I do not have all
the answers, and still
have so many
questions. There is
so much to learn, and
so much to live.
The more you know,
the more you grow.
j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.