Sometimes… without any reason… the heart just wants to call.
No words feel right. No prayer feels complete.
Yet something inside keeps whispering…
Call.
God responds to feeling. Just as a child calls “mother” with innocence, call out to God with that same feeling.
A call without language
A child does not know how to pray.
It does not choose the right words. It does not think if it is doing it correctly.
It simply cries… and the mother understands.
Not the words… but the feeling.
Where the call is real… it is already heard.
What we have forgotten
Somewhere along the way… we lost this simplicity.
We learned how to speak… but forgot how to call.
We learned how to pray… but forgot how to feel.
Now even in front of the Divine… we stand with thoughts… not with heart.
The quiet pain
There is a distance we feel… but cannot explain.
We try to fill it with effort… with words… with practices…
Yet something remains incomplete.
Because what is missing is not method…
It is closeness.
The moment of return
You don’t need to reach God… you need to call as if you already belong.
Like a child who does not doubt.
Like a child who does not wait.
Like a child who knows… someone is already there.
A different kind of calling
No need to be perfect.
Call even with broken words. Call even with silence. Call even when you don’t know how.
Let it be raw. Let it be real.
Because what reaches… is not the form.
It is the feeling.
Like a child resting
A child does not always call loudly.
Sometimes, it simply rests… knowing the mother is there.
In the same way, this connection is not created by calling…
It is revealed in it.
So when the heart wants to call… don’t stop it.
Don’t correct it. Don’t shape it.
Just let it be.
In that simple calling… something melts.
The distance you felt… was never really there.
Only covered… by thinking.
And slowly… very quietly…
you begin to feel…
you were always held.
Call not to reach the Divine… call like a child who already belongs… and cannot be separate.
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