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.
Think of all that is pure, and
all that is good. Think of all
that you need,
or all
that you should. Think of
stars through the day,
dream of sunbeams at night,
think of moments
you felt special,
and the times
it felt right.
Think of
how it was worth it, despite
fear and the pain, think of
how you’ll do it
the next time,
if you
do it again. Think
of the trust that you know,
and the truth
you could share,
think of the why and the how,
think of now,
think of where.
Think of all of the words
which need
to be said, go ahead
and say them without
hesitation, or dread. Think
of the things
you still haven’t done, but
remember the struggles
you’ve passed through,
and have now overcome.
Think of becoming
what
you’ve always wanted to be,
think of enlarging
the presence of
your whole and holly ‘me’.
Think
as you will,
of the who, and the way.
Think,
think it over,
and begin today.
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.