Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 j.g.l.
When you are not ready to say
all you need to say, you remain
unable to feel all you are
meant to feel.
Joy, relief, compassion,
beliefs, unobtainable all in the
truest sense. Your solitude, like
a sin, stays locked inside.
Unbidden, personal inquisition
only you can reply to, abiding
precious time.
09/03/2024 j.g.l.
Treat others
as you would
treat yourself.
Share when you can.
Kindness has no season,
but is best served
with appreciation.
Gratitude does not
need a reason, but
the taste will last
a very long time.
Be thankful.
09/02/2024 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.
Emotions are the same in any language, yet
there will be incidents where you don’t understand.
Not for lack of trying.
Life lessons — if not history — have taught us nothing.
Humanity’s polarity persists past present boundaries
to points unknown, even unconsidered, even now.
Daily news, political views usurp common sense as
deterioration of human rights remain a plight
upon our soul’s landscape.
Where is dignity of diversity?
Why can’t we live together?
We can hypothesize, empathize, rationalize, or sympathise;
it takes an effort greater than what we exert.
Distractions hinder; not as much as they hurt.
This division by bloodline, gender, orientation, social status,
or nation is oft considered more a division
than what it needs to be.
We must try harder.
It is far more than you and me
Humility takes effort. Our attempts seem so unfulfilled,
detractions day-by-day of what we value most.
See the signs, be aware, we will only find resolution if
we dare to step beyond congenialities.
Each sole survivor in this human race will only survive
tests of time if we flavour our thoughts with grace and
understanding. A common mind.
Apathy has no place.
We must learn to love one another before we run out of time.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
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.