Being the Church Outside the Church Walls
Between Dust and Mercy
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I have known both—
the pull of what ruins me
and the quiet reaching of Your grace.
There were days I envied the unshaken,
watched the unjust rise like they would never fall,
and wondered if faith was only waiting
with empty hands.
But You—
You found me where I had no strength left to stand,
where my own choices had worn me thin.
You did not turn away.
You lifted me—
not all at once, not without ache—
but enough for me to see
that I was never beyond Your reach.
My days are brief,
a breath I cannot hold—
yet still, You remain,
steady where I am not.
So I will not chase what fades.
I will stand in what endures.
For You are my refuge,
my quiet rescue,
my reason to rise again.
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About the Author
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
