A Call With God
Yana German • January 17, 2026
Intro
Poem
Have you ever had a moment in your life
when your heart was filled with love and light?
With every step, you breathed inside,
with each breath — a prayer, far and near.
But underneath, you held a fear.
You tried so hard to be in charge,
lived through every shifting sight,
grasping tight to stake your claim,
but found, in truth, there was no fame.
You started to wonder — is this all?
Just dust destined to forget the call?
We age, we drift, we question how
it came to this, somehow.
You analyzed your mind
and invited it to be your crown,
so proud of what you figured out.
You used your logic as a way
to catch, to climb, to clear the way.
To reach the gate, to get ahead.
You called it fate, but truth instead,
it was control, clocked like a roll,
ego speaking clear and bold.
It got you far, but deep inside,
you were still lost,
trying to hold on to what you’d known,
what you had done, and what had hurt.
Until one day, you heard a sound,
a silence, yet so clear, untouched.
And you knew:
this is not the God of me.
The God of me has no demand,
no blame, no anger, hate, or shame.
The God of me does not define me
by what I think, or what they’ve done.
That day, you cried,
tears did not release despair, no.
They rolled down your cheeks with joy,
with music in the air.
And you wondered,
is this how we’re meant to feel?
Not by self-abuse or fleeing gold,
not by timelines pecked in stone.
Is this the way we were destined
to become a whole?
This life — it’s granted.
It’s a gift, an honor simply
to be here, to see the sky,
to touch the tree.
And when you doubt or wonder why,
I ask of you — now close your eyes.
Embrace the softness flowing through,
let every breath come back to you.
Let love become your sacred rhyme.
Your presence — it is divine.
Not in your work, your task, or time.
The play you thought was yours
was never yours alone.
You wrote the script, played every role,
believed the stories told.
Yet in the depths of you,
it’s always been true:
this life is grand,
this life is yours.
Connect to the earth,
to grass beneath your feet,
to trees that whisper angel songs,
to birds in mist.
So now,
as you allow yourself to be,
unfold, dissolve, return to free,
let silence hum beneath your skin,
let truth begin from deep within.
Let go of roles, release the chase.
There’s nothing more you need to face.
No fight to win, no race to run.
Just breathe and feel,
you just become.
Not lost, not broken, not undone,
but found, restored,
and whole as one.
Close your eyes. Take a slow, deep breath in And gently let it go. Feel your body soften and let the weight of the day melt away. With each breath, return home to the quiet within you that always knows. There is a place inside you where time does not rush, Where the soul remembers why it came here. In this space there is nothing to fix, nothing to prove — only truth, Pure, alive, breathing through your heart. As you listen, let each word wash over you like a light. Let it remind you of what you already are: Love, freedom, and divine remembrance. And now take one more breath, And as you exhale, allow your soul to remember.
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