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.
It caught my attention, randomly,
early one morning. Recently.
Peacefully.
I wander the city each morning. I look for
alterations to my landscape. Bare witness.
No point in walking if you don’t see. Changes;
graffiti to some, a symbol to others. Proof.
Peace.
It meant something to someone that they would
take the time to scratch out a symbol on a wall.
It meant something, on a bigger scale,
decades ago. Pacifism. Or protest.
Purpose.
Peace is more than a state of mind,
or symbol from another generation.
Realistically speaking, peace should be simple,
not a complicated shadow of pitfalls and politics.
Prayer.
Peace should stop you and grab hold of the senses.
A thought. An idea. An ideology. Silent action.
Possibility.
Decades later it is still only a thought. A dream.
It wakes me. It means something to me. Now.
Promise.
I’d like to think it means something to you.
Dare we find substance in a shared dream?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
“They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had”
-Joni Mitchell
California
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.