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Love that doesn’t move is not love —
it’s comfort wearing a halo.
It prays but never feeds,
it speaks but never stays,
it loves in theory and hides in silence.
But mercy —
mercy is love that rolls up its sleeves.
It feeds.
It forgives.
It bends to pick up what pride leaves behind.
It’s not poetic — it’s painful, practical,
and most days, it looks like exhaustion.
We say “I’ll pray for you,”
but mercy whispers, “I’m already here.”
The hungry don’t need pity —
they need bread.
The lonely don’t need words —
they need your presence.
Even God didn’t just say He loved —
He bled it.
Love without mercy is faith without pulse —
beautiful, but dead.
Because mercy doesn’t sound like hymns —
it sounds like someone still choosing kindness
after being broken by cruelty.
When you forgive what should destroy you,
Heaven notices.
When you feed someone who forgot you,
Heaven applauds.
When you love and expect nothing back,
Heaven calls that holy.
Mercy doesn’t make you weak —
it makes you real.
And sometimes, that’s closer to God
than a thousand prayers.
So don’t just feel love —
do it.
Even when it hurts.
Especially when it hurts.
Because mercy is not softness —
it’s God disguised as courage
in trembling hands that refuse to give up.
Love isn’t measured by words — but by wounds that healed because you dared to care.
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
