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.
To know your purpose is to know your place.
Each of us questions, at times, where we belong or what we can do.
Every once in a while, we need someone else to remind us.
Our role is reinforced by others who let you know how they appreciate your guidance, or your goodness.
It’s nice to feel needed. You come to understand you are there for them as they are for you.
There is a valuable lesson in knowing you are not alone, but you do need to remain self-sufficient.
Your place has a purpose.
You need to remind yourself.
02/12/2018 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.
One reply on “Mondays are just young Fridays”
I like this line – ‘There is a valuable lesson in knowing you are not alone, but you do need to remain self-sufficient.’, very important indeed 🙂