“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” – Melody Beattie

“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” – Melody Beattie

“The Colonies are striding fast to independence, and ere long will build an empire upon the ruins of Great Britain; will adopt its Constitution, purged of its impurities, and from an experience of its defects, will guard against those evils which have wasted its vigor.” – William Hooper


Dancing In God's Grace
by Michael Doyle
Sometimes in a secret mirror,
I see whispers of a corrupted sky.
I feel weighed down by errors
That tease at questions without reply.
Believing still, my worst days aren't so bad
That they vanquish God's grace, leaving me sad.
My faith is there in my living confidence,
A thousand times, I look on God's face with reverence.
Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace,
Thinking in reverence about how great you are.
I follow your paths like the Northern Star,
Knowing your shine helps me find my place.
In your undeserved kindness, your name is raised.
This is true, especially when I am lost.
In every word and movement, you are praised.
I know that it is you who has paid the cost.
Not just a pardon, grace is a godly power.
I trust n your healing in this eternal hour.
Your lessons in all I do are kept in my mind,
Knowing that a better friend, I will never find.
Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace,
Thinking in reverence about how great you are.
I follow your paths like the Northern Star,
Knowing your shine helps me find my place.
(c) July 15, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“Remember something, if you will, about voting: Voting is not a horse race, you’re not going there thinking “Gee, I gotta pick the winner so I can brag to my friends ‘Oh, I picked so-and-so and he or she won'”. Voting is voting your heart and voting your conscience and when you’ve done that, don’t ever, EVER let a Democrat or Republican tell you that you’ve wasted your vote because the fact is, if you DON’T vote your heart and conscience then you HAVE wasted your vote.’ – Jesse Ventura

“Liberty Only Survives When It Is Defended.” – Thomas Heyward, Jr.


In Coming To America
by Michael Doyle
There was a great deal of expectancy
In Zeppelin, coming to America urgently.
All were ready to see what they'd bring.
But only Vanilla Fudge took them under their wing.
Perhaps there was a feeling of insurgency
As John Bonham and Carmine Appice exchanged energy.
Off they went to play what they played best
Until the day they played to crack the Fillmore West.
There was no communication breakdown on that track,
And as for London, it would be a long time back.
Bashing down the soundstage doors like wildfire,
Their amazing music left the fans filled with desire.
The crowds showed love for each player in the band.
They kept on rocking, rolling east across the land.
Side A was backed by the album's other Side B.
There's nothing like the sweet sounds of victory.
It's not too much to call it overwhelming anticipation,
The way Led Zeppelin captured the heart of this nation.
Lauded as a supergroup with Page as the only known star,
But then again, who could argue when he played guitar?
The rhythm section and he, paired with Plant's voice -
They were obvious contenders for the people's choice.
This settled any question about the band's arrival.
The only question left was the boys' survival.
(c) July 14, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“We must not forget that it wasn’t the Jews that put him on the cross, and it wasn’t the Romans. It was my sins, it was your sins, the sins of this world.” – Franklin Graham

“On Monday the great question of independency and total separation from all political intercourse with Great Britain will come on. It will be carried, I expect, by a great majority, and then, I suppose we shall take upon us a new name.” – Joseph Hewes


Disturbing the Status Quo
by Michael Doyle
With a direct look filled with woe,
Life is disturbing the status quo.
A shotgun wedding points the way,
Niagara Falls charges the path that stays.
Pennies have been thrown away
As if only a ghost from yesterday.
Champagne and oysters fed our lines.
These showed we loved as Valentines.
The monsters are a cut down the page,
Filled with angst and moments of rage.
It's a killing time when we try to breathe.
It's in the insinuations of life that we deceive.
Deceiving ourselves and others through the pain,
It's nobody's fault that we're all insane.
Nobody knows why life happens to us all.
If there's an actual reason, we don't recall.
Life and love are for the birds who have flown.
It all fades into the lesser great unknown.
Life is like murder, she once wrote,
We are the fire starters that won't devote.
(c) July 13, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

“God forbid that the day should ever come when, in the American mind, the thought of man as a consumer shall submerge the old American thought of man as a creature of God, endowed with unalienable rights.” – Benjamin Harrison

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