Answered Prayer

I am a solitary traveler beneath the vast sky, adorned with galaxies, suns, and wandering planets, all in endless motion. I drift on a speck of dust, a small and silent witness to the grandeur around me. I wonder: do I exist? Is there a reason for my being, in a universe full of people who shape worlds and seem indispensable? I exist, and I observe. Perhaps that is enough. Perhaps somewhere, some divine order remembers me, and a messenger will one day knock to lead me on a quest.

I question my purpose. Am I important, or an anomaly? Does the Creator notice me, or am I sending my prayers into empty space? Sometimes I stop speaking, stop sending my thoughts into the void. Why waste energy when the universe is filled with black holes, supernovas, and mighty celestial tasks?

And yet, I remember long ago, when I poured my agony into words, into silent prayers, the heavens lit up. A beam of light found me. All eyes turned to see me; all ears tuned to hear me. The clockwork of the universe shifted, adjusting, responding, answering.

An answered prayer can change everything. It reshapes how you see yourself, the world, and the vastness of the cosmos. And in that tenderness
I realize the intimacy of an answered prayer.
Maybe the distance isn’t too vast for words to reach the last heaven.
Maybe words are truly powerful.
And maybe they were never lost in the void at all.