Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 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.
Can we make peace with
ourselves, with our neighbours
or those we don’t know, of
another culture or faith, even
those feeling the effects of
this harsh reality where
hatred is spoken freely?
Can we make peace by
simply wishing, wanting, and
waiting for the right time?
Would we even recognize the
time in the midst of all the
horrors we continue to witness
day to day to on this earth?
Will we manifest peace in
our hearts, in this world, in a
merciless attempt to defy odds,
to prove the naysayers wrong;
even if only for the time we
are even allowed to do so?
Can this be a season of peace?
Are there enough of us here who
might do a little more today,
are there enough of us who
really believe in possibilities?
Is this now the time for peace?
12/01/2022 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.