A new day awaits the exploring soul. It decides where and when to go. Learning things as it openly dreams, All its world bursting at the seams.
Becoming brave, it becomes itself, Either through life or books on the shelf. From this come questions of prosperity, And how each day is lived with integrity.
Unwilling to accept the bad for the good, And not losing hope, where it's understood. That life thrives in the community When it seizes on each new opportunity.
Who is to say who is to be excluded, From the games of life, or be included. The vitality of the neighborhood Should be expanded to include all that's good.
Running to live where all belong, If you listen close enough to the song, You hear that every certain melody Calls quietly like a chord for its harmony.
Made-up minds cannot be easily swayed, This is regardless of negative games played. The truth of life is for the truly living. Any mistakes can wait for theeir forgiving.
We learn about community together. We can join hands to make the world better. Everyone has their vital role to play. We Learn from this best by living well each day.
We must not allow for the dirty water To disrupt the holiness of the Father. Instead, we join hands to truly thrive. It's in doing this, we are best alive.
(c) November 5, 2025 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