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 often question whether the darkness heals more than it hurts, or if night provides enough rest for the weary.
Lately, I am tired.
I believe we are all a little run-down right now. The past couple of years have been draining, wearing the psyche right to the soul. Society is hurting. We all feel it.
It seems we have lived a period of prolonged darkness in which the shadow will live with us for quite some time.
We can’t ignore what has happened, or what is happening, but at some point we will have to look past whatever is going on personally if we want to get ahead.
We must emerge from the difficulties and despair of the past and find hope for the future.
Spring is a time of renewal
Step forward into the light.
03/20/2022 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.