Where I See Jesus

Today I’m trying my hand at poetry. We’ll see if I can convey the joy I’m experiencing. I pray I can.

Blessings, sweet friends

xox J.

I see Jesus

In the sunrise

No child in my bed

For perhaps

The first time

In a decade.

I see Jesus

In the bath time

When I can


No chair in sight

Bend forward

And wash her hair.

I see Jesus

In silence

No screaming child

Her angst obvious

Crushing my soul.

I see Jesus

In a massage

Not because I’m injured

But because

Somewhere along the way

I decided worth

Has nothing

To do with


And everything

To do with


I see Jesus

In everything

Since melanoma came

And life slowed

And my child

Began to thrive.

I saw him before.

Of course I did.

But today

I’m seeing him

In life released

From so much wildness

If only for a time

And I give

huge thanks

For the calm

Between storms.

He is good.

Blessed to be here with these precious souls; they have taught me everything about what matters.

Published by Jennifer Magnano

Inspired by a woman's transition into and transformation in motherhood, Jennifer is passionate about acceptance, inclusion, growth, and inter-generational mental health. Over the last decade, she has encouraged masses of mothers around the world through her writing, yoga instruction, and as an Ayurvedic postpartum doula. As a candid storyteller, Jennifer's muse is "shared-experience" with mothers and families who face diverse life challenges. She is a melanoma survivor, a chronic disease "thriver" and special needs parent. Residing in Arizona with her husband Scott, they raise two miracle kids, a future therapy dog named Mya, all the edible plants, and hundreds of worms on a perfectly imperfect, tiny piece of desert land.

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