As it is and will be
for the foreseeable future, there is
only what remains behind the disguise.
As natural as it has been, as
astonishing as it occasionally seems,
we can only hope it will get better.
Why is it we allow optimism
to dislimn all that is?
Hope casts a lengthy shadow.
05/17/2024 j.g.l.
This morning is
just this morning.
Last night
was only a night.
Where we end up is
as much a choice as chance.
A destination will look different
at the end of the day.
05/14/2024 j.g.l.
This period of organic transformation, as seasons do what seasons have done before, is full of possibilities.
It is only natural to wonder what happens next as temperatures climb and the sun promotes growth, gratitude, and further change.
This is evolution in its most natural elemental. A beauty to behold, daily, hourly, seasonally.
Take the time to notice.
Enjoy it all.
05/13/2025 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.