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.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
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.
The seasonal lights dim, holidays soon will draw to a close, and we return to day-to-day living. Still we cannot forget circumstances, and the need for giving.
So many of us are fortunate to have a roof over our head, food in the fridge, and money in the bank. Sadly, others are not.
We all see the need.
We live in uncertain times. In this vast global community, or just down the street, we all know of needs that current resources will not meet. Budgets are stretched, programs require increased funding, and, more than ever, we are being asked to help our fellow beings.
Choose a charity, or two, and provide what you can. Money is good, but so is your time.
Not a hand out, but a hand up; a familiar adage we have all heard before. Regularly, but more so in the festive season, we are asked to help those unable to care for themselves.
This season of sharing is the season of caring, and we cannot simply stop.
Keep giving, continue living , and remember the spirit of the season is more than forgiving.
Do your part, do what you can. Know your heart and lend a hand.
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.
2 replies on “See The Need”
I read your blog entry every day, and it always moves me. I don’t reply because I want to just savor your words, the essence wafting around each one, tying them so nicely into the perfect bow on a well-thought gift. And I probably won’t reply often for that very reason. But today I wanted you to know (though I sense you write as you breathe and it’s not necessary for you to know) that I’m often in awe, often inspired, always moved by the written gifts you share (and I sit and watch a bit of jealousy try to find a foothold in my brain, wishing I could write like you, all the while knowing such jealousy does not serve me and I let it fly away untethered and unattached). Thank you for caring and sharing in the way that you do.
I am humbled, and deeply appreciative of your thoughts.I believe we all have things we want to say, and each of us finds a place to breathe, to see, and to feel our way in this world. Keep reading, keep feeling, and continue writing your own words. Thank you for reading, and thank you for being. -j-