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: January 2021
We exist
suspended between delay and
that future we are told
is ahead of us. Little advances humanity.
We rush too much, as if it is demanded.
Each of us controls our pace,
or attempts to.
We are here,
bounded by missed connections
and unfortunate
misunderstandings. Nostalgia is not often
favorable. Blind curiosity. We fail to recognize
where we are.
We seek faith.
We do have
the communal capacity, but resist
assistance or the
temptation. Recycling our sins, striving to
keep up with the morally reprehensible,
we try to find
our own Jesus.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on January 15, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What do you know?
What do you think about?
01/15/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on January 14, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Sometimes when I say you
I really mean me.
Often, I don’t realize.
I don’t see the difference.
What I do and what I say
is bound to change day by
day. The message is still the
same. It remains the truth.
This is our reality.
Sometimes I have to be told.
Other times, I need to be
reminded.
02/24/3021 j.g.l.
