Thought For the Day: In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-One Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, and That Sight Becomes This Art

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” – Rumi

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First Principles: Since Love Grows Within You, So Beauty Grows. For Love Is the Beauty of the Soul

“Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.” – Saint Augustine

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Holding Onto the Truth

Holding Onto the Truth
by Michael Doyle

Too much has been made of modern complexity,
While forgetting that truth rests on simplicity.
In this modern age, we circle the drain
As we swear, the easiest answers are in vain.

Truth tellers don't need to hide from society.
The truth doesn't depend on secularist popularity.
It depends on finding the answers that work well,
Even where we don't know every single detail.

There's a doomsday in the progressive orthodoxy.
It's the simple truth spoken without controversy.
The illiberal path is always covered in gloom.
There's a better path that doesn't lead to doom.

We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.

Shrill ideology is a half-truth hidden in a masquerade,
When the full truth is often there waiting in the shade.
We wonder why the full picture is hardly seen,
But comes down to the willfulness of being human beings.

We don't need the cultural despair of a coming tyranny.
What we need is the love of freedom and hopeful liberty.
There are only so many answers in scientific materialism.
It is as much a spiritual world meant to embrace optimism.

There's a doomsday in the progressive orthodoxy.
It's the simple truth spoken without controversy.
The illiberal path is always covered in gloom.
There's a better path that doesn't lead to doom.

We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.

The progressives naysay the demonic shreds of reality,
While speaking of artificial constructs of surreality.
They stand in the denial that mankind has a choice,
And instead believe that only the 'self' has a voice.

Be it transgenderism or other stabs at man's frailty,
We live in an age of the graceless state of humanity.
Whatever is accepted becomes the truth of which we're able
To shape and mold into the perversely acceptable.

There's a doomsday in the progressive orthodoxy.
It's the simple truth spoken without controversy.
The illiberal path is always covered in gloom.
There's a better path that doesn't lead to doom.

We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.

But there are those of us who stand by God's word.
We are the believers in the truth as it has occurred.
We will not relinquish the keys to our Father's kingdom,
For we have seen and known it for its power and wisdom.

False gods of the internet cannot destroy the inspiration,
That holds the power behind the founding of our nation.
A thousand sparks of meaningful light guide along the way
While rejuvenated in joyful waiting for the coming days.

We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.

But there are those of us who stand by God's word.
We are the believers in the truth as it has occurred.
We will not relinquish the keys to our Father's kingdom,
For we have seen and known it for its power and wisdom.

(c) February 13, 2026 Michael Doyle
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First Principles: If A Republican Government Fails To Secure Public Prosperity and Happiness, It Must Be Because the Citizens Neglect the Divine Commands, and Elect Bad Men To Make and Administer the Laws

“If the citizens neglect their duty and place unprincipled men in office, the government will soon be corrupted . . . . If a republican government fails to secure public prosperity and happiness, it must be because the citizens neglect the Divine commands, and elect bad men to make and administer the laws.” – Noah Webster

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Thought For the Day: The Vibrations On the Air Are the Breath of God Speaking To Man’s Soul. Music Is the Language of God. We Musicians Are As Close To God As Man Can Be.

“The vibrations on the air are the breath of God speaking to man’s soul. Music is the language of God. We musicians are as close to God as man can be. We hear his voice, we read his lips, we give birth to the children of God, who sing his praise. That’s what musicians are.” – Ludwig von Beethoven

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It’s Only A Memory

It's Only A Memory
by Michael Doyle

Cracked pictures from another time,
And now somehow it feels more than sublime.
Once we walked under the moon, hand in hand.
Where that went is hard to understand.

Is it funny how love fell into a crack?
And now we'd give anything to have it back.
Crazy words that cannot be unsaid,
It's hard to get past feelings that are dead.

Funny how it's lost in a memory,
How would you give up our love and family?
Ten years from the time called now,
Will I be able to be happy again somehow?

Heartbreak to heartache, it hurts to learn
How dying embers continue to burn.
It's funny, isn't it? This stupid thing called love?
What was it that we were thinking of?

That's not a tear rolling down my face.
It's just a raindrop fallen out of place.
Please don't turn and look at me,
Some things are meant to only be a memory.

How is t possible that we've given up our dream?
Is there life after we find that it has turned obscene?
It turns out there are things that I've never seen,
And that there is, indeed, love after pristine.

Two strangers sit at dinner talking,
Both of them have considered walking,
Instead, both throw each other rescue lines.
All it seems for the sake of Valentine's.

Do you get more credit if you cry?
I wonder how it is we don't know why.
Maybe it's time that the truth be told.
It is something that can't be undersold.

Into the night, we keep talking.
Both of us are unable to find legs for walking.
Emotional pain needs thrown lifelines
To get us through this day, we call Valentine's.

(c) February 12, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: We Have Solved the Mystery of the Atom and Forgotten the Lessons of the Sermon On the Mount

“We live in a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants, in a world that has achieved brilliance without wisdom, power without conscience. We have solved the mystery of the atom and forgotten the lessons of the Sermon on the Mount. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about dying than we know about living.” – General Omar N. Bradley

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First Principles: If By the Mere Force of Numbers, A Majority Should Deprive A Minority of Any Clearly Written Constitutional Right, It Might, In A Moral Point of View, Justify Revolution

“If by the mere force of numbers a majority should deprive a minority of any clearly written constitutional right, it might, in a moral point of view, justify revolution.”- Abraham Lincoln

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Heart Made Whole

Heart Made Whole
by Michael Doyle

In the pain of endless moments,
There are times of sheer torment.
The things accidentally said,
These echo roundabout in my head.

Worse yet are the things I've seen.
Sights that destroy my inner being.
Painful recollections from the start
Are the scars that killed my heart.

Writing another note of praise,
My song will celebrate all days.
I keep on living in constant worship,
For my love of the Lord in His Kingship.

My heart is made whole
By the keeper of my soul.
With the most amazing grace,
The Lord anchors me in place.

From the outside of life's shadow,
I have surrendered what I know
For a life lived moving forward,
Ever toward the ways of the Lord.

Writing another note of praise,
My song will celebrate all days.
I keep on living in constant worship,
For my love of the Lord in His Kingship.

Holy is the angel's cry,
Up above in the bright blue sky.
I walk the walk of freedom,
Within this place called God's kingdom.

Joined together in our holy song,
This is where God's children belong.
We join in righting the darkest wrongs
With our love growing forever strong.

Writing another note of praise,
My song will celebrate all days.
I keep on living in constant worship,
For my love of the Lord in His Kingship.

(c) February 11, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Wherever There Is A Human Being, I See God-Given Rights Inherent In That Being, Whatever May Be the Sex Or Complexion

“Wherever there is a human being, I see God-given rights inherent in that being, whatever may be the sex or complexion.” – William Lloyd Garrison

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