“Life is not a straight line leading from one blessing to the next and then finally to heaven. Life is a winding and troubled road. Switchback after switchback. And the point of biblical stories like Joseph and Job and Esther and Ruth is to help us feel in our bones (not just know in our heads) that God is for us in all these strange turns. God is not just showing up after the trouble and cleaning it up. He is plotting the course and managing the troubles with far-reaching purposes for our good and for the glory of Jesus Christ.” – John Piper
“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint.” – Isaiah 40:31
Indiana first greeted me with a rainy season. It lasted about sixty days and tried my reason. Patiently, I've explored this place and its stops. There's so much to see between the velvet raindrops.
The backroads are filled with flowered beauty, And kept my eyes open to ravines that are new to me. Every flower and towering tree whispers pure majesty. The colors of each season paint God's rich tapestry
From moonlit rivers with wooded shores, To lakes and streams, ponds and more, Each holds life created by God's hand, Hidden there from ponds to vibrant wetlands.
Shadowy sycamores hold the scent of summer's bliss, Each breeze whispers of wonders that I might miss. Even now, as I engage in a study of photography, Nearly all nature preserves provide water as a nursery.
Lush and green like a Garden of Eden well-grown The waters have nourished more peace than I have known. From the Ohio River to the sandy shores of Lake Michigan, It's on the banks of the Wabash that I am home again.
From moonlit rivers with wooded shores, To lakes and streams, ponds and more, Each holds life created by God's hand, Hidden there from ponds to vibrant wetlands.
Once, this land was part of a shallow inland sea. Over the course of time, she has changed by necessity. Being at once a muse and keeper of secrets found, Indiana's circle of life is the waters that abound,
Skipping pebbles that ripple across the waterway, Memories come back to times of full sunny days. I have found that life's meaning is in a child's laugh As a wade in the water leads to another bath.
From moonlit rivers with wooded shores, To lakes and streams, ponds and more, Each holds life created by God's hand, Hidden there from ponds to vibrant wetlands
(c) May 16, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Watch out for each other. Love everyone and forgive everyone, including yourself. Forgive your anger. Forgive your guilt. Your shame. Your sadness. Embrace and open up your love, your joy, your truth, and most especially your heart.” – Jim Henson
Error is the margin of lost control. The world gradually takes your soul. The things of this world will cost us pain, Until we walk beyond the shadow of rain.
Traveling this world on the way out, The darkest place is to be lost in doubt. Family and friends can't let go. It's a three-ring circus - on with the show.
Hitting the road to find a return, We can't move without feeling the burn. It's the fragile, delicate proposition, Everything has the weight of precision.
You can't side-step the dark process. It's just one more sign that life is a test. Getting past the point of what's possible, We grow more than we know that we're capable.
Conquering legions of demons is the second chance, Skepticism forms itself into a familiar ghost dance. Each step took us further than we thought we knew. We color outside the lines we once drew.
Hitting the road to find a return, We can't move without feeling the burn. It's the fragile, delicate proposition, Everything has the weight of precision.
The world spins until once weird is cool. It seems the pattern made into the rule. The virtue of never selling out to the game, This is the stream of accidentally winning fame.
In the musical root that bleeds sincerity, These are the decades lived in our integrity. The top of the world is felt from the inside. There is no wound to this dream of pride.
Hitting the road to find a return, We can't move without feeling the burn. It's the fragile, delicate proposition, Everything has the weight of precision.
Riffing off Shakespeare to be closer at heart The drum roll lyrics caught us from the start. Never playing down any observed reflection, There's not been much that has escaped detection.
Dissatisfaction with the points arrived, There are greater truths yet to be derived. Yesterday's papers speak yesterday's news. It's best to keep a beat ahead for fashionable views.
There's a red dot spotted on my brain, That's what I get for showering in acid rain. Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun, That kind of truth had already been done.
Keyboards might send sound for a melody, But to rock, it must be changed sonically. Only the guitars come off as being reverent. It's like rock ' n ' roll, only different.
Shifting into music's stranded combat zone, These were the riffs that brought it home. Time stands still as life looks around, Somewhere out there has to be another sound.
There's a red dot spotted on my brain, That's what I get for showering in acid rain. Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun, That kind of truth had already been done.
A lot of the last few drinks can work things out. Sometimes beyond the shadowed doubt. Sometimes down to the rock-n-roll guts. It was out on the edge, and a little bit nuts.
The approach to what you do changes the motion. This, in turn, results in twists of emotion. It's the breath that makes the difference, We learn new ways of life held in reverence.
There's a red dot spotted on my brain, That's what I get for showering in acid rain. Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun, That kind of truth had already been done.
(c) May 14, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The first maxim of a man who loves liberty, should be never to grant to rulers an atom of power that is not most clearly and indispensably necessary for the safety and well being of society.” – Richard Henry Lee
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 