“A government for the people must depend for its success on the intelligence, the morality, the justice, and the interest of the people themselves.” – Grover Cleveland
Some animals have an affinity. It's as if they're part of the family. Love, it's said, is a true heart's bond. There's mutual respect, and there is beyond.
There are the many, and there are the few. But those who get closest, bond to you. It's the footprints in our hearts, We feel most, and sometimes from the start.
The connection is often profound and unbreakable. It's an essence of love and often unspeakable. But to ride a horse is to ride the very sky. There's something unshakable in this do-or-die.
I saw it in how my sister gently reined Her horses that it was said that she trained. It seemed more like a reaching of an understanding, With neither side being overly demanding.
There was beauty and spirit filled with grace. I watched the gentle nuzzle like a kind of embrace. Remembrance of these moments is deeply emotional. They taught me something of what we call devotional.
Not an hour was ever wasted in her riding in the saddle. Remembering this helped me watch her nine-year battle. Cancer came filling in the marrow of her bones, But as long as she had old Blue, she was never alone.
Even now, after the passing of many years My eyes too easily fill up with tears That I hide away, faking being brave one more day. I wonder what she and Blue would say if they could say.
Perhaps it matters less what it is that you know, And maybe wisdom is a shade that's just for show. What truly matters is how much you care. It's care and love that pays the Stygian fare.
Old Blue was a sort of mirror to her beautiful soul. Maybe that's why both responded without needing control. There was the discipline of shared barrel racing, And the sharpness of cattle cutting without much chasing.
Horses had taught her that strength doesn't need to roar. It's an overwhelming gentleness that soars. Somewhere up in Heaven, I'm sure that they still ride, Out in the back forty, where stars collide.
(c) January 6, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The establishment of the National Park Service is justified by considerations of good administration, of the value of natural beauty as a National asset, and of the effectiveness of outdoor life and recreation in the production of good citizenship.” – Theodore Roosevelt
The Cold Warmth of Economic Cruelty by Michael Doyle
What is now happiness in its pursuit, Was once the right to own property. Democratic Socialism grows at the roots, While voters forget the tie-in with prosperity.
It only needs a little patch of land From which the people can make their stand Against the failure of economies planned, And to leave the People, not government, in command.
Everyone has the right to their own home, A place of refuge to seek a sheltered position. There's an absolute right to its protection. It's there we make the stand to stand alone.
America stands at a crossroad in history. We can die at the hands of collective socialism, Pretending it is warmth, and not cruelty. It is perhaps the cruelest path of ulterior pessimism.
The wrongness of a so-called enlightened path Is the grandchild of duped nepotism. The evidence of the philosophic ills of Marxian math Is leading the way of loss found at the base of communism.
If they can take away private property, It is as easy to take away our liberty. Property is, after all, the distinction That prevents freedom from being lost to extinction.
Anyone, the least politically capable, Knows that liberty and property are inseparable. It's simply a matter of common sense, Failing to protect property causes tyranny to commence.
(c) January 5, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Difficulties come not to obstruct, but to instruct. Within every setback or obstacle lie seeds of an equal or greater benefit or opportunity.” – Brian Tracy
“A government which lays taxes on the people not required by urgent public necessity and sound public policy is not a protector of liberty, but an instrument of tyranny. It condemns the citizen to servitude.”– Calvin Coolidge
In a room full of sinners, God meets us where we're at. Turning us to become winners, Here at Heaven's welcome mat.
The brush of Heaven is on my life. It brings me peace, even in strife. Walking every day with full attention, I approach my faith with good intention.
There's a crowd of witnesses in the narrative. Let us join together to run in the declarative. The examples in the Bible serve us well. There is merit in every tale we tell.
God is the paper life is written on. The Holy Trinity is our Three-In-One. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost - Each of these facets offers us the most.
The most that we'll ever find, And the reason we've left our old ways behind. It's a theology that we learn to grow in As we move toward God and away from sin.
Matthew 3 presents this collectively, With the triune God displayed fully. It is in understanding the Trinity That we come to understand our theology.
The Trinity is the grammar of the Gospel. These are the rules of our language, as it tells. From a spiritual walk toward nourishing truth, It becomes revealed step by step in our spiritual youth.
God isn't a recipe but is revealed through relationship. It is in our conversations with God that we truly worship. It's a triangular view of our Christianity. It comes as we are immersed in God's divinity.
Faith is not reason, but instead, divine revelation. Awakened, we can walk the truth in explanation. Hung into a fulfilling personal relationship, This is the best of how we come to worship.
With open hands we approach our belief, And from the Trinity, we gain holy relief. The Trinity is the chord of our spirituality. God is at its core, surrounded by harmony.
The Holy Spirit holds the truth of the mystery Of what walked the crucifixion into history. It gives us courage to boldly profess. The Holy Spirit moves us to what we must confess.
With humility, we approach this conversation. Moving forward toward our final destination, We need all three components of our theology As we come to fully embrace God's true divinity.
(c) January 4, 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 