“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.” – Ayn Rand
“It’s hard, when you’re up to your armpits in alligators, to remember you came here to drain the swamp.” – Ronald Reagan
Revival At the National Prayer Breakfast
by Michael Doyle
Not too presidential to fear Hell,
Trump keeps this part of our nation's tale.
As revealed at the National Prayer Breakfast,
President Trump supports faith, first and last.
Achievements stack on his proverbial shelf,
Trump's record is open for itself.
Except that the Left likes to talk it down,
Never guessing that they look like clowns.
A straight opening with politics is his line.
The president's Christianity differs from mine.
Still, I am aware of all the good that he's done,
And he actively protects believers in the Son.
With rugged integrity toward enemy and friend,
This tussle of a president protects and defends.
No doubt, Christianity is America's legacy.
We are made by our Creator to live in liberty.
From our dear and very pristine Declaration,
We find ourselves bonded to God in this nation.
This is the fundamental truth we must give
In teaching our youth how they are to live.
Faith and freedom are and have been necessary.
There is nothing in our Founders' words to the contrary.
The Bible is popular and spreading like wildfire again,
We know we are living in a revival for our sacred friend.
To be and stay a great country, we must believe.
It is a necessity for the blessings that we receive.
Law and order depend on restraint and belief.
Clamping down on trouble only gains so much relief.
Recounting success, Churches are free to speak.
The Johnson Amendment is all but repealed in this streak.
Our nation has the right to speak and express our beliefs,
And President Trump keeps pushing our rights without grief.
Now across the face of our great nation,
President Trump has called for our nation's redemption.
In many ways, we are reviving the power of prayer.
God's presence and power are everywhere.
(c) February 5, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” – Proverbs 3:5-6
“A true and faithful Christian does not make holy living an accidental thing. It is his great concern. As the business of the soldier is to fight, so the business of the Christian is to be like Christ.” – Jonathan Edwards
Bonhoeffer #1
by Michael Doyle
It's a boyhood hope for invincibility
Suddenly cloaked in feigned invisibility,
A game is on for "catch me if you can".
These were the ways of Dietrich as a young man.
His older brother goes off to fight the war.
As a younger brother, he wondered what for.
This was especially true as he was buried.
This is the weight of war too many have carried.
Walter's Song was played in his memory
At the wake that was held for friends and family.
Bequeathed from the brother was the Bible's wisdom.
Walter had underlined words worthy of the Kingdom.
This old, worn Bible would guide him through life,
In the moments of peace and years of strife.
Comfort was found in the words that he read.
It was as if Walter lived on, despite being dead.
Not every church established requires a steeple.
These are kept by the Word of God, loved by the people.
New York was just such a place to live,
And a young theologian found that it had a lot to give.
Caught up in the layers within the razzmatazz,
You haven't heard music until you've felt jazz.
There's something to the bounce of this melodic thing,
God wouldn't want you to hear it and not start to sing.
In Harlem, the Abyssinian Choir sang its harmonized tale,
And Dietrich learned there was a way of God in this gospel.
The music caused the people to move with the spirit.
It's the snap of the pop if you ever care to hear it.
God is found everywhere that we are.
Jesus is with His people, no matter how far.
It's up to us to taste and know that the Lord is good.
Be it Dixie Jubilation or conservatory, it's understood.
You have to live bravely for the fullness of glory,
That provides the merciful details of the story.
Everywhere around there is work to be done.
Freedom is the cause of the Father and the Son.
Dietrich learned another side of theology.
It is found when and where life turns ugly.
Anger often comes from hurt and fear.
It is up to us to keep God near.
The lessons of life are the messages of God discerned.
When we walk in darkness and evil, much is learned.
Angels whisper in ears about God's helping plan,
Until one by one, there is redemption for man.
Hate, they say, is in every color known.
It's a tragedy, repetitively shown.
It comes from the seeds of discontent sown.
The worst is self-inflicted and homegrown.
(c) February 4, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“Here every man may be master and owner of his owne labour and land…If he have nothing but his hands, he may…by industrie quickly grow rich.” – John Smith
“In a word, live together in the forgiveness of your sins, for without it no human fellowship, least of all a marriage, can survive. Don’t insist on your rights, don’t blame each other, don’t judge or condemn each other, don’t find fault with each other, but accept each other as you are, and forgive each other every day from the bottom of your hearts.” – Dietrich Bonhoeffer
An Extra Something
by Michael Doyle
It's another round of birthday cheers,
I celebrate the time of passing years.
There's been so much love that's felt so high,
It's led to times when I wished that I would die.
The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.
There are so many things that I would do
To make these feelings of love come true.
You've taught me the thrill of everything.
The thrill of my life and an extra something.
That is life's audition brought to play,
Stuck here with you and not sure of what to say.
I stumble over getting to know you better.
My God, the way that you wear that sweater.
The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.
The truth of this is quite a must.
I find myself hoping we won't come to a bust.
Avoiding the drift, we work at being close.
Life is life, and every step is one of those.
Our mistakes, we don't need to complain.
It's the moments of life that we can't explain.
There's a vista that I see in your eyes
You're suddenly everything that I was born to recognize.
The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.
A few chords spill across the empty keyboard.
It's a melody that moves ever toward.
With a kiss, we suddenly fall in love,
Self-aware of the moon shining down from above.
Your eyes are shining, cresting legendary.
My startled expression must seem so contrary.
There you are again inside my loving arms,
And here I am again, lost inside your charms.
The alien gods of February know this art,
As they tear at shreds of each other's hearts.
I love the feel of that some place called nowhere.
It has the quiet that allows a soul to care.
(c) February 3, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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