Time Doesn’t Lie
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There is a kind of joy
that does not look like joy.
It looks like labor —
like hands worn thin
from holding the Church in prayer,
like nights spent pleading
for hearts you may never see.
Paul calls it rejoicing.
I would have called it weight.
Yet buried inside the struggle
is a secret once hidden:
not a philosophy,
not clever words polished bright —
but Christ
within.
Not around me.
Not distant in doctrine.
Not resting only in heaven.
Christ in me —
hope stitched into ordinary flesh.
This changes suffering.
It turns wounds into witness,
turns conflict into calling.
When voices grow persuasive
and truths bend to fashion,
I remember where wisdom lives —
not in argument,
but in Him.
Steady. Rooted. Knit together in love.
If He dwells here,
then even unseen labor matters.
And even when absent in body,
faith can still stand firm.
Because the mystery is no longer hidden —
it breathes inside us.
And that
is enough.
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
