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.
Can we make peace with
ourselves, with our neighbours
or those we don’t know, of
another culture or faith, even
those feeling the effects of
this harsh reality where
hatred is spoken freely?
Can we make peace by
simply wishing, wanting, and
waiting for the right time?
Would we even recognize the
time in the midst of all the
horrors we continue to witness
day to day to on this earth?
Will we manifest peace in
our hearts, in this world, in a
merciless attempt to defy odds,
to prove the naysayers wrong;
even if only for the time we
are even allowed to do so?
Can this be a season of peace?
Are there enough of us here who
might do a little more today,
are there enough of us who
really believe in possibilities?
Is this now the time for peace?
12/01/2022 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.