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.
This country, this continent, is on fire; flames raging across this world.
Then there are the floods, hurricanes, and drought. Climate change, man-made or not, occurs naturally.
It happens.
All the debate over toxic waste and today millions of tons of treated radioactive wastewater was released into an ocean on the other side of this planet, compounding our fears over all things nuclear.
The wars we know, out of control, loss of life the daily news; the politics of it all.
The tsunami of these events, destruction and devastation, leading us closer to an end we are uncertain of. But we know it will come.
Salvation now, as it has always been, is far more than a dream.
How can we hope for better after decades of trying to avoid it all?
08/24/2023 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.