May it be the strength of His word, not mine That my life praises on as it shines. Blessings are here waiting for us to live, And it began as the Lord forgives.
I have found that loving God is not a destination. Instead, it is a matter of living a conversation. There is so much relevant to start to discern. New lessons are found on each page that I turn.
I go through life hoping just to get it right. I feel my way through the darkness into the light. Clothed in the ways I know I believe to be right, I constantly seek to honor God's loving light.
So often, I've missed the mark despite my intentions. It troubles me when it comes to my diverted attention. This age's ignorance has given voice to tribalism. While the collapse of truth has led to society's pessimism.
There is an epidemic of loneliness across every nation. It leads to the desolation of life and increased isolation. There is a mental health crisis growing throughout society. The trend has led us toward lives of increasing anxiety.
The excess of information has led to our own downplay. Generations have lost the wisdom of something to say. The thumbprint of Heaven has never been more needed. It won't be in the cheapening of words gone unheeded.
Chaos has become the new norm in the era of dysfunction. Sadly, it mesmerizes us in its present conjunction. It is a wrongful branding of our constant need for identity. It has brought much agony in this age of complexity.
Our arrogance has edged God into His present displacement, While seeking our remedy in an anguished agency to the government. Still, we can have hope in the signs of the Gospel's revival. Humanity may yet find our way toward spiritual survival.
Trends show that the living faith has become the desire And hunger for Him has lit a Godly fire. We live in the tension between darkness and light. It will take deliberate attention to get life right.
These are the truths that we know are real. It started from a lesser region of Israel. We must not be distracted or lost in apathy. Understanding the present, we must grow in empathy.
The night is almost over for our weary souls. Truth is coming to light, and love increasingly overflows. The Second Coming will bring the light of our new day. God, through the Holy Bible, will guide our way.
The when and how of the final days is beyond manipulation, Stated truly and with no real need for branded stipulation. Scriptures are confirmed throughout the post-resurrection days, But we are still born to die in our mortal ways.
Stepping into the presence of the greatest magnitude, It is required that we adjust ourselves with the right attitude. The day draws near when each of meets God's majesty, The only control we have is to live up to our intended legacy.
Let's shed the garments of darkness to reveal the light. We must do the things needed to gain God's favored sight. Satan's target may have its impact on our well-lived life, But the joy of God brings us peace in the midst of strife.
I will endeavor to stand in the moment of homecoming, ready, Walking in the path of God and fully standing steady. In the name of Christ, I will know I lived in His light, All for the moment, having left behind the darkness of night.
(c) September 28, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you.” – Romans 12:3 NIV
All things in their time, stay partly the same. It's as if living in some cosmic sort of game. Though in appearances, all seem to rearrange, As time moves on, we find things virtually unchanged.
Dredging up the fragments of archeology, We can guess at what has happened in history Of all the things that have been left behind As the rains erase them one by one from our minds.
Italian feels to be the language of fine romance, As here and there as we dance our countless dances. Is it better to speak from our hearts or simply die? The princess looks through her mask, hinting at her reply.
Each of us is stumbling through the best of our mumbles As we watch time quietly shift as it crumbles. It's funny how our moments whisper at hoped for eternity As if like Roman statues, we might know our immortality.
The things that I speak of that might consequently matter, Speak of a world once strong that has now shattered. There is a sordid pricelessness to all this clatter Shared between us as if all this could possibly have mattered.
Old country roads can seem to go on endlessly into forever. We dare to dream together, thinking ourselves ever so clever. We say so much, too much perhaps, without saying anything, Knowing that we must never again speak of this nothing.
Transpired with every look, shared touches are not nothing. Told as truth, these have a habit of becoming our everything. The everything we keep to ourselves in our wicked silence. Afraid as we are that our worlds breed their own violence.
Until it is that we dared to do the deed and finally kiss, And just as suddenly, I learn and know what I'd miss. I look into the depths of your brilliant, mesmerizing eyes, Wondering if we will ever come to sharing our sunrise.
Just as casually, my soul shakes as I start to bleed, Lost as I am to be caught inside my hidden need. Your touch helps me in ways I cannot speak or truly know. All I ask of you is simple: please never let go.
(c) September 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The only means of establishing and perpetuating our republican forms of government is the universal education of our youth in the principles of Christianity by means of the Bible.” – Benjamin Rush
Each passing season brings new discovery. Hidden within our unintentional etymology, Each season brings its liberation from history. When treated as newly known, it brings liberty.
The scholars pretend that it brings new value, As if these were never noticed by me and you. After living a lifetime, it's gotten old, Pretending something revolutionary has been told.
We relax as we continue to grow, Learning as we have all there is to know. But there is always more to pretend to know. If we learn well enough, in time maybe it will show.
We've endured the best of the American dream, Funny, isn't it, how we want to wake up and scream. Half the country still wonders if this is as good as it gets, While a significant minority has absolutely no regrets.
That's the thing about a country growing and learning, It only leads to more and more dissatisfied yearning. Yearning for those things we don't have or yet know. This is how, in life, we are encouraged enough to grow.
So it is with the music that we manage to play, Never staying the same but changing in delicate ways. With each new pattern expressed, our souls begin to yearn For the unknown notes we've never heard, and we have yet to learn.
That's how we go about reaching creativity - When we are good and ready with receptivity. These are the moments truly worth living for, And they are waiting, ready for us to open the doors.
(c) September 26, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Every prudent and cautious judge … will remember, that his duty and his business is, not to make the law, but to interpret and apply it.” – Justice James Wilson (1742-1798) ,Member of Continental Congress, signed Declaration of Independence; U.S. Supreme Court Justice and delegate from Pennsylvania, inLectures on Law (1791)
Least I forget one of the most cherished parts of my life… Happy National Daughters to two of the best living beings in God’s creation – Angelique and Sierra!!
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 