“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.

“‘As for me, I would seek God, and to God would I commit my cause, who does great things and unsearchable, marvelous things without number.’”– Job 5:8-9 NIV


A Christian View of Abuse, Part II
by Michael Doyle
Do not be fooled or seek to minimize.
The truth is plain and seen by our own eyes.
All such pain must be faced head-on,
Or, otherwise, it will never be gone.
It takes true courage to take this just stand,
Help others to safety, per God's reprimand.
Sometimes, it becomes necessary to seek separation.
It may be the only way to reach reconciliation.
Christians carry each other's burdens as Christ's law.
We must be ready to answer God's loving call.
It is our duty to face these things head-on.
We know if we don't, the hurt will never be gone.
Remember, it is best to do these things together.
As a group, this might be handled better.
In a spirit of love, if we're in a confrontation,
The light of truth can be prayed into resolution.
Turn on the exposure of the searching light,
And begin the healing process of getting things right.
Reaching out to God, we begin hands clasped tight,
The darkest hours will become as revealed as a shining light.
God came to bring more harmony to your life.
He is the peace bringer who heals our strife.
If there is any settling to do, let God handle the score.
This then is what the love of God is for.
It all comes down to breaking the chain.
Let's make this world better so it's not in vain.
We join hands as we pray together,
Let's do what's necessary to make this world better.
(c) February 21, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“When you are offended at any man’s fault, turn to yourself and study your own failings. Then you will forget your anger.” – Epictetus


A Christian View of Abuse, Part I
by Michael Doyle
Everything within these words spoken
Comes partly from the experience of the broken.
These experiences shape us in the final days,
And there will be differences in our ways.
One third of women have been abused,
This is a solid fact, not to be confused.
They have gone along with what is wrong
Just to maybe feel as if they might belong.
Verbal and physical abuse never relents,
And those doing it seldom, if ever, repent.
The pain caused will be carried for life,
Diminishing our peace and increasing our strife.
Each moment suffered never stops churning.
It's the bad experience of life spent learning
From which we must all break the cycle and be free.
This will bring peace for you and me.
Never keep these things secret, but let the world know,
Sharing your pain, after all, it will always show.
We're only as sick as the secrets we keep concealed.
The healing process needs our feelings to be revealed.
It takes the truth to set you toward becoming free.
Silent suffering only creates further indignity.
Stifled inside, the abuse causes us to take on blame.
We need, instead, to call out the shame by its very name.
David is a prime example of keeping secrets in.
A classic case, cursed and walking in His skin.
Frightened to talk about it, it only grew worse,
And the feelings inside became angry, hurt, and perverse.
Silence is betrayal, and this cycle becomes its own trap.
The enmeshment we experience is meant for us to unwrap.
Step by step, we need to learn to become strong
Until love helps us recover to where we truly belong.
The provocations to our peace become an aggravation.
The taunting is ceaseless and is without explanation.
Threats abound and become a constant intimidation,
All of this joined together is our denigration.
Belittled until your nerves have become well-worn,
It's a relentless attack of mean-spirited scorn.
This dissolves into a relationship of living in shame,
And it is never an allowable sort of game.
The words that kill are the constant manipulation,
Until your enemies believe they've gained domination.
The life we live is nothing more than our day after day.
The shame of it is, we know we should not be loved in this way.
Rumors hurt and, with time, become our soul's defamation.
The pain of untruth hurts until it's heard as condemnation.
All of this adds up to a horrible, killing indictment,
And all it requires is the power of wrong judgment.
(c) February 20, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.” – Arthur Conan Doyle

“All greatness of character is dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an existence of mediocrity.” – James F. Cooper


Slaves To the Game
by Michael Doyle
I might need another look.
But I'm not sure,
That life is as good as the book.
It's more something we endure.
A few more steps down the wrong road,
We're still waiting for the good plot to unfold.
I was cleaning my attic and looking to find,
The childhood stolen that I had left behind.
In a place in my soul, no light enters,
It's in this darkness that my truth centers.
I do my best to keep all others from my secrecy.
This is where I keep my life's truth and history.
Diamond amnesia sparkles just the same.
It's incandescent as it glows under any other name.
In a sign of the age, we are born afraid,
From our eyes pours a sadness ready-made.
It might have been better to live invisible.
I suppose we would have, if we had been capable.
Slaves of the empire's machine, we played.
Our positions are given as if we'd willingly stayed.
In a place in my soul, no light enters,
It's in this darkness that my truth centers.
I do my best to keep all others from my secrecy.
This is where I keep my life's truth and history.
Whisper has it that it's the way of intelligence.
But I'd swear it's sheerly our shared resilience.
Somewhere, life taught us to live with tenacity.
It must have been when it wounded our integrity.
Gifted with damnation, I inhale my despair,
Stuck in the depths of the arcane, there is nothing there.
There's nothing left for me but an open grave,
I'll fight to my peace through the path that I pave.
In a place in my soul, no light enters,
It's in this darkness that my truth centers.
I do my best to keep all others from my secrecy.
This is where I keep my life's truth and history.
(c) February 19, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

“You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.” – Marcus Aurelius

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