As the Sun Rises
Description
A dying man pulls himself across the Sahara Desert. His only company, a talking macaw. And his only reason to continue, love. Somewhere across this desert is the girl who is worth everything to him.
Flash back to the man's childhood. He and his parents live in Guatemala City during the 1980s where there is talk of a communist rebellion in the jungle, and the whispers have reached the United States.
Events force the boy and his mother to return to their ancestral home, a Mayan village deep in the jungle where rebels hide. During this time, the boy grows into a young man and falls in love with a girl who to him is worth everything. But then the genocides, funded by the United States, find their village.
About the Author
I became passionate about two things that would shape the course of my life when I was still in High School. The first was writing. And the second was Jesus. I loved writing and still do. There's something about story and the mechanics of language that fascinate me. It wasn't long after discovering my love for literature that I found something greater. When I was seventeen, I spent two weeks in Brazil. In an unfinished church there, I experienced God in a way I never had before. I soon realized serving Jesus was what there was for me in life. That it was what I was meant to do. I went to college, eventually dropped out in the pursuit of God, and then a year later reenrolled. During all this time, I wrote. I wanted to create a beautiful story that somehow honored God. That was how my book As the Sun Rises came to be. I currently serve as a Youth and Children's Pastor in North Carolina and my book As the Sun Rises is slated to come out February 2016.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone