The Witness


Quina Aragon

Hannah had her


in cycles


infinite loops

of the same death

sentence: you

will never be a mom


are a barren stump


always period.

never a comma.

a period.

no exclamation.

But blood led Hannah

to worship, though wordless

her life His


Apparently periods aren’t periods

in the hand of God

life soon swam inside

and Hannah’s song

echoed history’s halls

and Mary’s mouth, the Magnificat

filled the mother of Messiah

           he was a barren stump

           cut off before bloom

           no descendants, doomed

           to death sentence


           But on a bloody, barren tree

           became fruitful womb

           birthing children

           from every nation

           filling the mouths

           of would-be moms


           a more magnificent song:

“By His blood

I am the mother

of many sons and daughters

By His blood

I am honored

both child and mother


I wrote my poem “Period.” as an encouragement to Christian women who are making disciples for Jesus. I particularly want to encourage women who struggle through infertility, child loss, and other heartaches, which can feel particularly pronounced on Mother’s Day.

Jesus laid his life down and picked it up again so that sinners like us could be received as beloved children of God through faith in him (John 1:12). Not only that, he made it possible for barren women to become mothers of many through the commission he gave us: “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:19-20).

Disciple makers are fathers and mothers. Because of what Jesus has done for us, we can rejoice in our inheritance: “a monument and a name better than sons and daughters […] that shall not be cut off” (Isaiah 56:5).

Just as Paul could call Timothy his “true child in the faith” (1 Tim. 1:2), so we can mother and father disciples of Jesus. This kind of parental bond cannot be threatened by sin or death because disciples of Christ will live forever together with him.

My prayer is that this short poem will be a soul catalyst for you, erupting in praise to the God who “gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children” in Christ (Psalm 113:9).

4 thoughts on “Period.

  1. DCGrad

    Most of my comments on this website are made to critique points with which I disagree. But I wanted to note that this poem was a welcome change from the normal website content. I sincerely appreciate Ms. Aragon’s efforts to reach out to those who suffer the sort of hardships that make Mother’s Day sting. I also deeply appreciate the fact that Ms. Aragon points us all directly to the Gospel of Christ. Thank you, Ms. Aragon!

  2. Noelle

    Oh this is achingly beautiful. Thank you.

  3. Joel Bascom

    This is amazing…I love it. Thank you for sharing it.

  4. Mark R Mollenkof

    What a beautiful and encouraging poem. Thanks you!

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