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: December 2016
Peace of mind, peace
of mine. Peace not of
opportunity, but in these
confusing times. Peace at
home and peace in all
foreign lands, peace in
my sister’s words and in
my brother’s hands.
Peace not only in concept,
and peace not just in kind,
but peace we are all to be
worthy of; a peace we can
surely find. A peace of
which someday we won’t
need to be reminded the
possibility exists. Peace in
every child’s gentle dream,
and in every lover’s kiss.
Peace can be here, when
we chose to allow it to be,
but we all have to do it
together, even if individually.
Peace can be a promise, or
peace can be the way.
Peace is something to be
spoken of, and not only
on this day.
Let there be peace on Earth
and let it begin with me.
j.g.l.
Beyond yesterday’s
distractions and things
that seemed to matter,
there is space for
a little more peace, and
a little more love,
and a little more time.
Go further.
The view doesn’t change
as much as the viewer.
j.g.l.
Look (Part One)
Through the trees
to the fields beyond.
Travel past the city’s
everyday, where each
thing has become
all too familiar.
Make your peace.
Find your peace,
and share.
j.g.l.
Through the trees
to the fields beyond.
Travel past the city’s
everyday, where each
thing has become
all too familiar.
Make your peace.
Find your peace,
and share.
j.g.l.
