The leaves rustle on a nearby branch,
With the passing of the summer winds,
The winter peaking over the northern hills,
Smiling and teasing us with her tender kiss,
One small leaf, floating through the air,
Sailing upon the autumn breeze, adrift;
The sky, half blue and half gray reminds
Us of the chaos that never ceases;
Turmoil in this pathetic world,
May the fire of God fall upon it,
Small leaves falling to the earth
As tears and sorrows of one.
- My Tweets
- Mount Sinai in Saudi Arabia?
- Inscribed Ring of Pontius Pilate (Archaeology)
- Sodom and Gomorrah (Archaeology)
- Adam & Eve and Noah (Science)
- First Temple: “Beka” Weight Discovered (Archaeology)
- Darwin Devolves by Michael Behe
- I’ve Got the Joy Joy Joy (Jeremy Riddle)
- The Copper Scroll (Jim Barfield & Gary Stearman)
- The Falling Away (Andy Woods & Gary Stearman)
- Is Social Justice the New Gospel?