Lessons In Life's Suffering
by Michael Doyle

Spring isn't the same
When love has been lost
Sorrow calls out the name
But refuses to pay the cost

The thing held sacred as folly
Touch the inner workings of the soul
A moment away from devotion
Has the depth of the ocean

Waking each day perchance to see
That God has brought new meaning
Bathed as it is in the dim light of mystery
That hides within each human's being

Tales of Ossian are deeply morose
And yet though romantic are but lies
In need of some truth bent to propose
On fallen knee and clings to forlorn eyes

The decision being made even as it reveals
All of the matters of finality have been shown
Taking care of each of the smallest details
The click-bang of matchlock pistols makes mortality known

Mother Mary is all of your infinite femininity
What might you be able to teach me of divinity
Can you but save the best bits of my perishing soul
Wrecked and weak as it is lost without control

Young lovers' serious passions make us all we feel
Yet, it is time as tyrant that chooses to reveal
That when it seems circumstances cannot get any worse
The poet's pen puts some small hope to scribbled verse

(c) May 19, 2021  Michael Doyle
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