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.
Month: September 2015
If we don’t listen,
we will never hear
the unexpected whispers
that come from
unexplained sources.
If we don’t look,
we might not recognize
that which rests
in plain sight
for all to see.
If we don’t speak,
we can never experience
the joy of giving voice
to the compelling
thoughts within.
If we don’t confess,
we may never truly realize
the calm that arrives
with wholehearted
forgiveness.
j.g.l.
Is this really
the real me
and
is this now
my reality?
j.g.l.
Think of the things
you wanted to see,
that you wanted to try,
or wanted to be.
j.g.l.
