Begin the day believing
something wonderful will
happen. Not just any day,
but today. It could.
Think of not what could
go wrong, but what will
go remarkably right.
You’ve got all day, what
will happen? What do
you want to happen?
Make it happen.
10/02/2023 j.g.l.
Do you do what gets done
out of obligation or
out of joy?
Do you care?
Where do
I start?
So much to do
every day. So little
gets done.
I know.
Do you judge a day
based on how much
was accomplished?
Do you?
Do you
end your day regretting
what was not completed,
or
do you end the day
looking forward to
tomorrow?
Where do
I begin?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
There are days where your vision is not clear, when you find it difficult to look past what is before you to see your true intentions.
You know what you need to do but lately, day after day, you don’t get it done.
You can’t see where you are headed, but know you will get there. That’s how strong your true vision is, or how strong it needs to be.
Look past the barriers.
Nothing can stop you once you stop stopping yourself.
09/29/2023 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.
So much more than flesh and tissue,
the human heart, of intricate design, responsible naturally
for each second time allows. A complicated array of vessels
and ventricles of immodest proportion,
its importance need not be reinforced. A vital organ.
A muscle; strong, steady. Purposeful. With the lungs
it functions, beneath ribs woven
to shield us from life’s catastrophes. If we should say
the heart is more important than the brain, we would
then again, have to think of how it functions,
or when it faults.
Humans are complicated, from the start.
Do we lead with our head, or follow the heart?
Secure in its biological habitat. Protected. And we,
as we grow, endeavor to understand emotions, and feelings,
and complications, as blood rushes through our veins,
as we learn to live, or love, in pain.
Heartbeat. Heart break. Heart ache.
Trusting less in the function, less of the body,
we build walls, a facade, to hide behind.
Having lost before, or even since then,
we protect our self.
So much more than function or folly,
a human’s heart; the complicated array of flesh and veins,
of sordid pasts and rumpled pain. Strength we can find,
a purpose of which to remind.
If the heart is more important than the brain,
we shall learn to try, and will love again.
©2018 j.g. lewis
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.