I'm 19 years old, just graduated high school. Writing is a hobby but I wish I did it more to get better at it. Thinking about majoring in English in college, but we'll see what God has in mind.
+ more bio informationI Imagine Nature Worshipping I imagine nature praising, its infinite motions I see, Fields of grass, every blade praising in its own pitch whether high or low, The bees praising their anthem as they search for flower and nectar, The creek praising in happy reverence winding through the trees, and down the hill, The cedar pra... More..
The Sea Waves rush in with a roar and a crash, Then slide back, hissing along the hot sand. Surge after surge comes the seawater, Bringing with it a cool spray of salt. The sun beats down on the sand But the water is cold to the touch. Far offshore a sailfish leaps. Its scales catch the light, Tossing brilliant, wet rainbows... More..
A Runner's Lesson Sometimes, the best thing in life is a good run. After a hard day of work, I slip on a pair of well-worn shoes and bound out the door into a waiting world. Reality, the residue of the stress and pain that has accumulated over past hours, fades away; I can simply coast along, mind wandering, not a care in th... More..
Dew is the earth's tears, Shed in remembrance of the day. Shed in longing for the light, For the warmth to stay just a little longer. As night comes and light disappears, The earth weeps. Its tears cling to the leaves like tiny beads. The moon comes and reveals the tears, Turning them into orbs of cold, white light. The eart... More..
I crouch beneath Father Oak and silently sweep past Brother Pine, smelling the rich aroma of his needles. My moccasins quiet my steps as I creep beneath the trees- my brothers. Birds twitter happily in the branches above me, close enough to reach up and touch them. They do not see me, and I pause to enjoy their music. I move... More..
Ribbons of light dance along the riverbank, An endlessly moving patchwork of an endlessly present luminescence. I tilt and turn the bent surface of the spoon, Making faces and laughing along with the disproportional other me. The snowcaps and rocky outcroppings are magnificently duplicated By the sunset laden mountain pond. ... More..
Deep, soothing peace wells forth from my inmost being And washes over my tired spirit As Your holy hands caress my brow. Your gentle touch And the sight of Your indescribable beauty Bring absolute joy to my soul. Oh, how I have longed for the greatness of Your presence, As close and still as a scorching, humid day, Yet more ... More..
The Coward Nnadalo sped across the African plain, his lean, dark figure leaping over mounds of earth and small ditches like a gazelle. His long arms and legs pumped furiously, and his bare feet left small dust clouds as they hit the dry dirt, which swirled into the air with his next steps. As he ran he resembled a small, ski... More..
A Soul in the Balance A soul in the balance, A heart on a string, A mind walking the fine line Between holy and damned. Teetering, tottering, Tipping, tripping, Fighting wildly to stay upright. One misstep, a single misjudgment, And the entire apparatus crashes down. A heart falls, A mind plunges off the string, The soul lef... More..
Comfort is learned through pain. Warmth, through chilling cold felt. Light, through a dark place. Joy, through a sorrow held. Home, through foreign soil. Gratitude, through empty pockets. More..
Brian Troyer
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