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.
I say their names
because I have a daughter.
I say their names
because I am human.
I say their names
because I remember.
Anne-Marie Edward
Barbara Daigneault
Anne-Marie Lemay
Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz
Annie St-Arneault
Geneviève Bergeron
Maryse Leclair
Hélène Colgan
Nathalie Croteau
Sonia Pelletier
Annie Turcotte
Maud Haviernick
Maryse Laganière
Michèle Richard
December 6, 1989.
École Polytechnique.
The Montreal Massacre.
This is a sacred day.
Just as we pause on November 11, to pay respect for those who made the ultimate sacrifice defending our way of life in times of war, we must stop whatever we are doing later this day to pause and reflect on those whose lives were taken away, on this day.
There must be silence.
These women did not volunteer or ask for this violence. They lived with it every day, as many do now. Sadly.
My heart goes out to the families, friends, partners, and loved ones who grieve for these significant women.
I grieve with you.
deep peace
12/06/2020 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.
2 replies on “A Sacred Day”
Oh so poignant JG?. I didn’t know anything at all about this Montreal tragedy. My memories of 1989 are colored by end of year high school exams. Plus Tianamen Square & the fall of the Berlin Wall etc. However it’s never too late to remember the 14 females tragically massacred on 12/6/1989??????????????.
A day forever etched in my heart.