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.
Just because we can, and do, use words frequently (and with the power they are meant to contain) does not mean they come to us easily.
Sentences and phrases seem to float from our mouths, as we breathe life into them. Sometimes we think it is effortless, that thoughts simply appear; but we know it is not true.
Every comment we make has a purpose. Each word spoken contains thought. It may even take days or weeks of inner dialogue before we dare speak our truth. Even then, after all that time, we can surprise ourselves.
Words are spoken for a purpose, how they are heard is a matter of perception.
Words can heal or words can hurt.
Choose carefully what you say, and be prepared for the reaction that comes back your way.
Just because we use words frequently doesn’t mean we have to.
At times, silence can say enough.
01/08/2018 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.