Sometimes we feel the fire Wishing harshness to the wire. The Sons of Thunder felt this frustration, Impassioned to spread zeal across their nation.
No, it's not a bad thing, To live life with a bit of zing, Not lukewarm but filled with emotion. Passion drives courage and devotion.
Not going through motions, but filled with joy - Like evangelism's urges at the ready to deploy. This is a rescue mission to save souls. The fire inside is what best consoles.
Followers aligned with God's heart Is what we see from glory's start. Imperfection isn't such a bad thing, And you and I are to live with zing.
If you feel your thunder, you're in good company, Like some of the best in the disciples and family. But never be distracted by life's disturbing noise. There is resolution among the thunderous girls and boys.
Some on life's road will find Jesus rejected. Or at best, we might find faith neglected. We must patiently wait for the chance to save. It's just how it is, this side of the grave.
At times along the way, God will offer correction. It is ours to correct course in the right direction. All the good that we will and can ever do Depends on keeping the fire with every chance to pursue.
There are times we'll move on to get our move on. Jesus will direct us s to what to improve on. Never mind thoughts of shame that can create a break. We cannot be held back by our last mistake.
As long as we are human, errors will come our way. These come to teach us forward to our new day. Always move toward the path of our redemption. There's no need for sorrow or retaliation.
There is only the need to move on in God's grace, Knowing God's love and living in His embrace. Thunderous enthusiasm will always lead the way. To love, and love is the essence of our Christian day.
(c) March 15, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
May Seventh, Nineteen Forty-Five, The war in Europe came to an end. Those still living were glad to be alive. The lessons learned were a hopeless godsend.
The inevitable capture of Hermann Göring Set off the events that became ongoing. These would change the world we had known. From this, seeds of justice were sown.
Unparalleled, it was established without denial That a nation's war crimes were subject to trial. International cases suddenly had a special jurisdiction, And justice could be found pressed into conviction.
Aggressive persecution of war became its own crime, Though it had never been as such before this time. The United States and others heard the echo of this call, And it would have implications for us all.
Philosophy's candle draws the moth At the alluring thought of creating law from whole cloth. There was no precedent to hang a decision on. Changes like this must be taken, or they will soon be gone.
An international tribunal was composed with due care, All the necessary components were a logistical nightmare. Still, it was something that had to be done. Without justice served, no one could have really won.
An international deck of cards played like a trick, There was no one to fool or to out-slick. It ran like a fast-moving locomotive train, Trying desperately hard to outdrive the rain.
All tricks of the mind come down to perception. Sleight of hand comes more to belief than deception. The mind tends to see what it wants to see. This is the illusion beneath political psychology.
Such are the paths of propaganda and history, With so much of it garbled in thinly veiled mystery. There are exceptions to exceptions that are notable, And the rest, as they say, remains vaguely quotable.
(c) March 14, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The true liberty of the press is amply secured by permitting every man to publish his opinion; but it is due to the peace and dignity of society, to inquire into the motives of such publications, and to distinguish between those which are meant for use and reformation, and with an eye solely to the public good, and those which are intended merely to delude and defame. To the latter description, it is impossible that any good government should afford protection and impunity.” – Thomas McKean
It feels chaotic, sight unseen, Falling for another human being. Passion is a burning thing. But for some, a voice adds up to nothing.
Love is an awesome journey, As you tell me of your destiny. You say you want what's inside, The things that most of us try to hide.
You thrill me like my dream child, You love in abandon, but not so wild. I feel like you're my walking dream. And me? I'm just another human being.
Overthinking, as I often do, Has scared me away from making true My desire finds it is free in you. Your voice tells me that it's true.
A connection through the heart, It is the most beautiful way to start. Love in the smile of conversation Brings two together in their destination.
You thrill me like my dream child, You love in abandon, but not so wild. I feel like you're my walking dream. And me? I'm just another human being.
Cast aside through our preconception, Or can there be a true connection? With you, there was no such decision. Cupid's arrow hit me with precision.
You're living proof of miracles every day. I guess to explain it in yet another way, I've found it in the magic of your birthday. We'd not have met any other way.
You thrill me like my dream child, You love in abandon, but not so wild. I feel like you're my walking dream. And me? I'm just another human being.
From the moments of our first date, I have found that we truly resonate. It might be something as simple as fate. But loving you is something that won't wait.
There's a lot to be said for honesty. It moves my heart beyond just the quality. I hear the hints and traces of familiarity, And honestly, I can picture our future family.
You thrill me like my dream child, You love in abandon, but not so wild. I feel like you're my walking dream. And me? I'm just another human being.
(c) March 13, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It was we, the people; not we, the white male citizens; nor yet we, the male citizens; but we, the whole people, who formed the Union…. Men, their rights and nothing more; women, their rights and nothing less.” – Susan B. Anthony
Suddenly, once upon a time, We thought that we had learned Those things of faith and trust Could somehow be magically earned.
If only we learned to see The other side differently. Mostly, we wanted to believe The best of the world we conceive.
But then we learned to look for signs, To see the adversary for their designs. We learned to believe in who was concealed, And look for reality when the face was revealed.
We learn the languages of deception, When we see each other as we truly are. Each side's bargain brings its connection, Bringing us closer from afar.
It matters little whether person or country. We must believe what we are shown. The words we speak are simple mythology Meant to cover up truths never fully known.
When we search for answers in fairytales, We learn that the truest versions come to consequence. And though we might throw pennies down wishing wells, What we find are lies and monster pay recompense.
Some secrets are to be kept inside, Hidden behind a prideless veil. It's not that it's a matter of pride, But that each knows that it's just as well.
These are the clueless games we learn to play. We keep harm's way at arm's length, While never putting all our cards on display. Life is a negotiation made from a position of strength.
Time brings us to our deals with the Devil. We tell ourselves these are for good reasons, Until we find ourselves never quite on the level, And that our reasons change with life's seasons.
There is a truth that only two souls can share. It begins with a smile and ends in true care. Whoever said that life isn't inevitably fair Has never found themselves n love's snare.
(c) March 12, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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 