Today we have another chance
to do what we said we’d do, or do
it again. If we did all the things we
said we would, tensions subside,
our conscience good.
We often don’t make the choices
we should, or the ones we said we
would. Never are we sure why, or
we know and won’t say. Yet, we
can again. Maybe even today.
j.g.l.
Mornings are so rarely quiet.
Thoughts are not always routine.
Direction is not always evident.
Will we truly know where we’ve been?
Questions leave room for answers.
Hellos mean more than goodbyes.
A stranger is a friend in waiting.
Tomorrow is the time to ask why.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
Do we know shame, or the feeling of shame?
Do we know when we should, or when to, show emotions? Any emotion: grief, dismay, heartbreak or happiness (or the interchangeability of the two). Does it show? Do we know jealousy, envy, or the depth of sadness that comes from depression.
Depression is not an emotion, but the result of having too many. Or not enough.
Emotions; conflicting emotions, the result of our eroding moral platform. Or worse.
Do we live the shame, or do we try not to show the pain?
© 2026 j.g. lewis
The human condition: we all live with it but need to take more time to look beyond cultural stereotypes, public perception, morals and attitudes. We need to see what is there.
Most times it is hidden behind the facade of fashion or practicality.
The diversity of humanity is more than skin deep.Underneath it all is a heart that beats and a soul that demands observance.
Age and ages, scars and all; there are dimensions to discover.
© 2026 j.g. lewis
Barely one week left to this month, but how many more will make up this winter?
Fortunate we were, for a couple of weeks, to experience the lighter side of the season. In Winnipeg, at least, there were successive days with temperatures hovering slightly above the freezing mark, some days with glorious sunshine and little wind.
February, for the most part, provided necessary reprieve from the bitter days, and bitter ways, of January’s misfortune.
Now, the cold has returned, as has the snow.
How many weeks have we to go?
j.g.l.