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.
Monday.
Another Monday: a fresh start to a brand new week that begins today.
We need Mondays as much as we need the weekends, those Saturdays and Sundays that allow a little relief from the disappointments and downfalls of the previous week. We all need that break. The weekend provides perspective.
If Monday were a meal, it would be breakfast. Mondays break the fast from the time away from the everyday stuff that simply happens as it does.
Come Monday, after a well-deserved break, we are ready to step back into the regular patterns of the work-week and all the obligations that continue to pile up from day to day.
Mondays set the tone for how the forthcoming week will progress.
Today is Monday. Get out there and try to enjoy the day, and all those that follow.
02/13/2023 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.