Did my prayers reach You, God?
Or were You holding up a mirror,
reflecting them back as a rainbow —
so I’d know You listened?

Did You send the rain to fall with my tears,
so no one else would notice…
but You still would?

Was it You flashing the sky with light?
Were You taking my picture —
like a proud parent from above?

The clouds looked so chubby today...
Are You teasing me again?
Yes, I’m fat —
but I look as soft and loved as they are.

Why are the moon and stars in the same sky,
yet only the stars twinkle?
Is the moon quiet because it holds me in silence,
while the stars blink because they miss me?

I’m not orphaned.
I am seen.
I am known.
Heaven is watching —
quiet, kind, and full of light.