We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 j.g.l.
If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.
© 2016 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.
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.
