Hello, Goodbye: Part II (There are exactly 260 words to mark from Aug 15-May 2).

I now rest my weary head because it hurts.

A year of movement and moving into motion kept me distant but also focused.

Through this season my hands remained by my side but replaced by a lowered head deep in incessant prayer. My worship has changed because I have changed, some may argue for the better.

There were moments where I looked so full yet felt so empty. I would proclaim my love for the father only to question my faith in lonely corners.

I spent moments of complete isolation and sometimes it was just too much to fathom.

I must say though that even in the bleakest moments, there remained a sense of profound beauty. Wonder became my favorite word because that is the only way I could express my reaction to the world around me.

I have been so unsure, for what I thought was peace was actually an attitude of hurt disguised as sanity.

My God! I had to admit, I felt disconnected to the world around me as if I remained outside of this box that I had formed for myself.

I let go of my confidence and replaced it with self-doubt. All so I could attract kings and queens.

I am glorious! I am magnificent! So why did I try to hinder my presence from exploding into a million little stars?

The avenues haven’t closed...

I still have so much to accomplish till the sun sets, yet from what I see, this is not the edge of my magnificence. Much is left, much is left.