I know
I’m not
oak tree-trunk
solid,
rather
its Autumn-dry
brown leaf–
cracked and
crumbling
at slight
breeze
of letdown
and uncertainty.
You’re breaking me
at the beginning
and I’m
weak
and needy
pitifully
squirming.
Please, help me
to see
Your aim
was never
to make me
impressed
with my own
shadow,
but root-
pressed
deeply
into the
soil that’s
feeding me,
green only
because the
adjacent stream
is nourishing
and the sun’s
bright beams
producing
fruit in me
each, yea,
even this
season of testing.

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon's articles, poems, and spoken word videos have been featured on The Gospel Coalition, Risen Motherhood, Journey Women, Fathom Mag, and The Witness: BCC. She resides in Tampa, FL with her husband Jon and beautiful, three-year-old daughter. Quina's first children's book, Love Made, is a poetic retelling of the creation story that highlights God as the Trinity, humans as His image bearers, and children as a delightful gift.

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