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Aren’t we but a series of voices

Relaying messages forward from different lifetimes?

Am I not of my late great-grandmother,

Who bought me a journal

Just after a series of troubled teenage years?

She said: 

“Whatever you do, don’t stop writing.

What did she see in me?

Was it not the very same thing that I saw in her eyes 

As tears formed when she touched my womb

Which carried my unborn daughter?

If I could press record and keep track 

Of the private moments and memories,

The conversations,

Wouldn’t that be a clever life cheat code?

Because pictures and footage of gatherings

And functions are awesome,

But WHY didn’t I capture those 

Moments and

Memories and


That many wouldn’t believe

If I stood before them now

And attempted to summarize

The depths of those 

Moments and

Memories and


I open my mouth to attempt 

Such a task but what comes out 

Is gibberish,

Talking in circles,

Unable to verbally 

Use my favorite tool,


Unable to tap in

And reach through,

For she said whatever you do

Don’t stop writing.

My dear late cousin told me 

To never stop fighting.

Gosh, why can’t I say these things

When given the chance?

Instead I become flabbergasted

At the slightest glance

But if only they knew

The depths of what is inside –

It isn’t that crazy,

It isn’t intoxication,

It ain’t that hazy.

It is deep and spiritual

And I wanted to run,

But the purpose of greatness

Had already begun

I say to people all the time:

“Show yourself grace.”

Sure, it is true that 

My mind moves at a pace

Faster that my body can maintain

But listen:

All it takes is a moment to slow down,

Have a talk or several with God,

Pick myself up,

No need to stay down.

And I think deeply of how those who

Came before me,

Saw something inside 

Although I longed to destroy me.

I pray, meditate,

Take a walk, or eight.

I wash my face,

I slow my pace,

And after that talk, 

I whisper,

“Show yourself, Grace.”

Check out my recent gratitude post, “I Came Out of the Shadows.” https://jusjesspoetry.org/2023/06/26/i-came-out-of-the-shadows/

12 responses to “Show yourself, Grace – The moments we cannot capture.”

  1. Jess that is awesome. Let me echo your great grandma. “Don’t ever stop writing.”

    1. Thank you my Tree. Thank you.

  2. Barrington A Johnson Avatar
    Barrington A Johnson

    Jesse, your words have a deep and profound meaning especially towards the Grace legacy. Don’t stop writing and keep expressing yourself. Much ❤️…Uncle B

    1. Thank you so much. I receive that wholeheartedly ❤️‍🩹

    1. ✨ Gratitude ✨ Thank you for reading !

  3. This is so beautiful. Thank you. ❤️

    1. Thank you for viewing. ✨ ❤️‍🩹

  4. So much heart and soul… You were made to write…

    1. Thank you sis. Thank you.

  5. This is great! I love it. This is written from the soul.

    1. Thank you for reading and visiting my blog!! I am glad that you enjoyed it, and I appreciate the feedback!

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