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.
Month: November 2017
What are you thinking about?
Where will your thoughts
take you today?
Do you have the courage to
let your ideas guide you, or
will you allow your them
to pass you by?
Think about it.
You are free to do either.
11/12/2017 j.g.l.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
-John MCCrae
Posted on November 10, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Monday was good, it usually is, as the week is a little short on the uptake.
Yet the weekend bliss, being what it is, has subsided by Tuesday and all those things you thought were dead and gone seem to be back. Of course, then, there is something new.
By Wednesday there are things in your week you never expected you would have to deal with in your entire life, and they arrived without explanation. They were still there on Thursday.
You put up a good fight, and so far, nothing has got the best of you. You feel unsure.
Today is the big test, how will it be?
You made it through yesterday. . . now let’s see how you do with today.
11/10/2017 j.g.l.
