The Color of the Unsaid (God Still Hears It All)
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If the world sold comfort in bottles,
hugs would always be out of stock.
Hugs are tiny medicines in warm disguise,
pocket-sized sunshine poured straight into the bones.
They fix what words can’t reach,
and refill hope like gentle vitamins of the soul.
One squeeze —
and suddenly the noise in your chest quiets.
Another —
and even grief remembers how to breathe softer.
Some hugs last only seconds,
yet linger for hours,
stitched into the heart like secret prayers.
Some feel like home you didn’t know you lost.
Some feel like the universe saying,
“Here, rest your weight on me.”
If laughter is therapy,
then hugs are the prescription —
divinely-approved, endlessly refillable.
Overdose freely;
side effects include:
steadier breaths, untangled worries,
and spirits glowing like morning windows.
And if life ever feels too heavy,
just remember —
some hugs are strong enough to carry you too.
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
