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 2017
Light a candle
for those who need to see
Be a candle
and set your emotions free
12/22/2017 j.g.l.
Posted on December 21, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Believe in the coming day, the opportunities that will come, and the generations to follow.
What is now is not what will be, and all we had is only a shadow of where we were.
Evolution happens, no matter how well, or how poorly, we are prepared. If we have not readied ourselves for the times ahead, we may well gain a more meaningful experience by simply maintaining a spirit open to the expansion and contraction of our lungs, and allowing our eyes to wander.
If we only look straight ahead, we will certainly miss out on uncertain wonders, necessary distractions, and our true potential.
Breathe and see what could be, and let others notice exactly what you are.
Celebrate the darkness, and the light, that will guide you through another year.
12/21/2017 j.g.l.
Posted on December 20, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Your whisper fair warns us, yet still
we are surprised. The calendar’s last page,
and we are left feeling more. Always.
Winter: a beginning comes near the end,
while the end craves new beginnings.
The longest season, physically, or
spiritually. Consistency, year over year,
over year, from one into the next.
Cold, as it is darker. Light is appreciated,
and necessary. We grow up knowing,
the facts of this season. Always,
our lives marked by winter.
Time, and years, have become forgotten,
but we are reminded. The soil
and silence, frozen. Our insular existence,
non-secular pain, wind-chafed emotions,
a reminder again. We desire
a warm touch; December, January or
otherwise. Hope, as with autumn’s last leaf,
dangling in a greater stillness.
A confessional. Always. Dormancy
until early spring, what we allow or when
we embrace. Silence. Darkness.
We need not be surprised.
Impulse knows. We have been here before.
©2017 j.g. lewis
