To the mothers who inherit a name greater than sons and daughters, Happy Mother’s Day.
Hannah had her
period
in cycles
like
infinite loops
of the same death
sentence: you
will never be a mom
period.
are a barren stump
period.
always period.
never a comma.
a period.
no exclamation.
But blood led Hannah
to worship, though wordless
her life His
period.
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
period.
But on a bloody, barren tree
became fruitful womb
birthing children
from every nation
filling the mouths
of would-be moms
with
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
period.”
I heard this for the first time tonight on the Advent Concert by The Gospel Coalition, and I just wanted to say thank you. As someone who has struggled with infertility for almost a decade, the beauty of these words and the freedom they imparted really spoke to me. So thank you for sharing your talent and words with the world.