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I walked past the church, its doors open wide,
But something inside made me run, made me hide.
Could I return after all I had done?
Would He still call me His lost, wayward son?
The confessional stood there, silent, alone,
No voices, no whispers—just dust on the stone.
Once, they lined up—the burdened, the meek,
But now, few believe that grace still speaks.
Do You still wait, Lord, in shadow and flame?
Or has time dimmed the power of Your name?
Does mercy still flow like a river so wide,
Or have we locked our hearts deep inside?
I step forward—hesitant, unsure,
Each footstep echoing doubt on the floor.
Do these walls grow weary of sins confessed?
Do these benches hear, yet never rest?
Am I here for mercy or to ease my regret?
To rise anew—or to soon forget?
Then a whisper—so gentle, so real, so near,
"Come, my child, there is nothing to fear."
The booth isn’t empty, the seat isn’t bare,
"I was always waiting—right here, in this chair."
So I stepped in, hands trembling, heart tight,
Felt the weight lift like dawn’s first light.
And as I wept in that sacred place,
I met not judgment—but love, but grace.
I leave—not perfect, not whole, not free,
But walking, still walking—toward what I must be.
A pilgrim of hope, on a road unknown,
Yet never again, never alone.
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
