“God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” – Genesis 1:27 NIV
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First Principles: God Created Mankind In His Own Image, In the Image of God He Created Them; Male and Female He Created Them
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The Mystery of Love’s Voice
The Mystery of Love's Voice
by Michael Doyle
A voice can hit you with its memory.
It's the soft reminder of friends and family.
There's nothing more graceful than it could be.
If this entire world didn't need therapy.
In the book of life, it's the page,
Printed with happiness cloaked in rage.
Then you remember that at your age,
It's often safer just to turn the page.
Maybe we should take another look.
We can always choose another book.
Hearts don't happen to work that way.
But maybe... maybe they will someday.
Some prefer an anonymous identity.
It's easier to impress our chosen personality
If we aren't an open book to others' eyes.
So, we refrain from allowing others to analyze.
Tiny steps become our everyday,
Tying together in some new way.
We are unwilling to be taken wrong,
But still wish to find where it is that we belong.
A quiet voice speaks to articulate,
That the first steps for a hermit to anticipate
Is to allow the fetal position to be unfurled,
And faithfully launch oneself into this mad world.
To the voice, we are always confiding.
That is, when we aren't to busy hiding.
From and to those overly busy being shy,
The first word to try is simply, "Hi"
What if life and love are an easy choice?
You simply picture your muse and follow the voice.
It doesn't have to be made overly complicated,
And to overthink is something overrated.
Don't get stuck in the "think", but truly feel,
And be brave enough to make it real.
How is it to be if we don't let it be?
This, I suppose, is love's biggest mystery.
We smile, we laugh, we sing along.
A choice made beckons us to belong.
Then, we fall into that beautiful dream,
Only to wake in the morning, wishing for how it seems.
(c) January 10, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: When I’m Worried and I Can’t Sleep I Count My Blessings Instead of Sheep
“When I’m worried and I can’t sleep I count my blessings instead of sheep.” – Irving Berlin
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First Principles: Men Are Qualified For Civil Liberty In Exact Proportion To Their Disposition To Put Moral Chains Upon Their Own Appetites
“Men are qualified for civil liberty in exact proportion to their disposition to put moral chains upon their own appetites…in proportion as they are more disposed to listen to the counsels of the wise and good, in preference to the flattery of knaves. Society cannot exist, unless a controlling power upon will and appetite be placed somewhere; and the less of it there is within, the more there must be without. It is ordained in the eternal constitution of things, that men of intemperate minds cannot be free. Their passions forge their fetters.” – Edmund Burke
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From the Silence Remembered
From the Silence Remembered
by Michael Doyle
From the waiting silence comes the memory
Of a time when Iran was full of majesty.
This storied land grasps for freedom,
Not wishing to be a kingdom or a theocracy.
This time whispers the quietly reverent,
This time, our push to rise will be different.
The silence takes shape as if remembered
From a time before the people were dismembered.
Separated by force and willful coercion,
Unnatural politics, then religious extortion,
From a nation's unique civilization.
Now, we have reached Iran's modern nation.
Religion had been a hope of peace,
But instead was the beast's release.
Bringing more conflict and tyranny,
Than ever in modern Persia's history.
This time is the whisper of a friend.
It's time for the Islamic "republic" to end.
The crown prince rises to speak in his position,
One of credibility and real opposition.
Though accepting his figurehead as chief,
The people seek political and economic relief.
In a unity, mindful of the times of 1979,
Every Iranian dreams of hope for this time.
This time is different is not just an expression.
It is the roar against mechanisms of repression.
The Supreme Leaders have lost their authority,
And the Iranian people know their historic dignity.
Weakened by America's reawakened strength,
The ayatollahs have reached their limited length.
The best and wanted move is a velvet revolution.
Fear can be toppled by a natural sense of evolution.
My daily prayers for a people that I once knew
Is that the military joins as the calls renew.
The people say this time it will be different.
I join in that hope forever in love and reverent.
(c) January 9, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Life Is An Echo. What You Send Out Comes Back. What You Sow, You Reap. What You Give, You Get. What You See In Others, Exists In You
“Life is an echo. What you send out comes back. What you sow, you reap. What you give, you get. What you see in others, exists in you.” – Zig Ziglar
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First Principles: The Extravagant Expenditure of Public Money Is An Evil Not To Be Measured By the Value of That Money To the People Who Are Taxed For It
“The extravagant expenditure of public money is an evil not to be measured by the value of that money to the people who are taxed for it.” – Chester A. Arthur
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The Sum of My Confession
The Sum of My Confession
by Michael Doyle
I know my Lord
Keeps moving me forward.
He's the God of second chances,
Be it moments of action,
Or failed romances.
He pushes me past dissatisfaction.
Daring me a little further down the road,
Past the limits that I've been told.
I quietly refuse the disrepair,
Looking past the pits of deep despair,
Looking for a little bit of sunshine,
Toward the dreams that I can make mine.
I know that I must keep going on
To the point where all chances are gone,
Until the day that the Lord calls me home.
I'll find real love at last and never be alone.
All of my better angels keep calling,
As life moves past my falling.
So much wrong has been done,
Though I keep following the Son.
It's quite a distance; I've been driven.
I'm grateful that I am forgiven.
It's a confidence game of second-guessing.
This is the sum of my confession.
Don't stand too long is what I've learned
From all the times that I've been burned.
Just keep on going is what life's taught,
Doing my best with what I've brought.
Keeping my eyes on whatever is sought,
That's the best way to avoid being caught.
The half I've learned and then forgotten,
And it seems that's quite a lot.
There have been too many blows to my head,
And quite a few times that I was left for dead.
I didn't have enough sense to concede defeat.
Instead, I always find my way back to my feet.
After I left the military, it took 10 long years,
In a self-made apocalypse of fallen tears,
To find my soul once again,
And now I know, Jesus is my dearest friend.
All of my better angels keep calling,
As life moves past my falling.
So much wrong has been done,
Though I keep following the Son.
It's quite a distance; I've been driven.
I'm grateful that I am forgiven.
It's a confidence game of second-guessing.
This is the sum of my confession.
(c) January 8, 2026 Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: In the Sciences, the Authority of Thousands of Opinions Is Not Worth As Much As One Tiny Spark of Reason In An Individual Man
“In the sciences, the authority of thousands of opinions is not worth as much as one tiny spark of reason in an individual man.” – Galileo Galilei
First Principles: Next To the Right of Liberty, the Right of Property Is the Most Important Individual Right Guaranteed By the Constitution
“Next to the right of liberty, the right of property is the most important individual right guaranteed by the Constitution and the one which, united with that of personal liberty, has contributed more to the growth of civilization than any other institution established by the human race.” – William Howard Taft
We should be extremely vigilant of the new socialist mayors in multiple cities to ensure that the right of property is duly respected. The rumblings out of New York City do not bode well for Western Civilization. Every legal effort should be made to make it clear, this American republic will not abide by the unconstitutional taking of private property from any group of people, “white” or not.
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 