Suicide: Whose Problem Are We Really Ending?
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What if God spoke to me, in whispers soft and clear,
Would His voice be like thunder, or soothe like a gentle tear?
Would He ask if I’m okay, though He knows all my pain,
Or would He go deeper, into shadows that remain?
Would He smile like the sun, brightening my soul,
Or would His gaze pierce through me, making me whole?
Would He heal my weary heart, with a touch so kind,
Or challenge my beliefs, urging me to change my mind?
What would I say in that sacred space,
Where doubts are gone, and fear’s erased?
Would I ask for forgiveness for the paths I’ve gone wrong,
Or share my dreams, the hopes I hold strong?
How would I know it’s really Him,
And not just a thought, a passing idea?
Would the air glow with light from above,
Or would I feel peace, like a warm embrace of love?
Maybe He’d ask, “What burdens do you bear?
What dreams are lost, hidden in despair?”
And in that moment, I’d tell Him all,
My fears, my failures, my silent call.
Then His voice would rise, so full of grace,
“You are loved beyond measure, my child, in every place!
Every tear you’ve shed, every hurt you’ve known,
Shows your strength, in your spirit it’s grown.
Embrace the light, let go of the night,
For you’re never alone; I am your guiding light.
So rise from the ashes, let your spirit take flight,
In love and in faith, you’ll always find might.
Reflection:
“If God spoke to you today, what would you say?”
“Which line in this poem touches your heart the most?”
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
