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.
As the world as I’ve known it continues to unravel, I find myself grappling, even grasping, for any thread of hope.
I am incensed by the wars and hatred.
I question where all of this will lead.
My post-Thanksgiving thoughts — when only yesterday I expressed my gratitude for being fortunate to live in a peaceful country like I do — are clouded with concern for the entire human race.
I watch the televised news as it happens so far away from where I am.
Canada.
I feel safe here.
I am distraught knowing that there are citizens of this planet, fellow human beings, who will never feel what I have known my entire life: peace.
I feel hopeless somehow knowing there is so little I can do.
I need more hope.
We all need more peace.
10/10/2023 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.