“On Monday the great question of independency and total separation from all political intercourse with Great Britain will come on. It will be carried, I expect, by a great majority, and then, I suppose we shall take upon us a new name.” – Joseph Hewes
With a direct look filled with woe, Life is disturbing the status quo. A shotgun wedding points the way, Niagara Falls charges the path that stays.
Pennies have been thrown away As if only a ghost from yesterday. Champagne and oysters fed our lines. These showed we loved as Valentines.
The monsters are a cut down the page, Filled with angst and moments of rage. It's a killing time when we try to breathe. It's in the insinuations of life that we deceive.
Deceiving ourselves and others through the pain, It's nobody's fault that we're all insane. Nobody knows why life happens to us all. If there's an actual reason, we don't recall.
Life and love are for the birds who have flown. It all fades into the lesser great unknown. Life is like murder, she once wrote, We are the fire starters that won't devote.
(c) July 13, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“God forbid that the day should ever come when, in the American mind, the thought of man as a consumer shall submerge the old American thought of man as a creature of God, endowed with unalienable rights.” – Benjamin Harrison
Then said the Lord, And the Prophet Elijah led, Always moving Israel forward, Sometimes hopeful and others dread.
Still, in God's promises made, We shall rejoice, being unafraid. The holy covenants call to God's way. We reflect on this in how we pray.
Speaking to God can lead to intercession. Our inheritance was recalled in succession. As the Prophets spoke to save us all, Led by the Prophets who heed the Lord's call.
Speaking in tongues is a gift given for edification. These words must be checked through verification. But we now have Emmanuel's open revelations And must be wary of any other explanations.
Life's caves can drag our lives deep. There are times when all we can do is weep. To pull ourselves up is to stay in prayer, For we know that our Lord is always there.
The Lord is our God to follow. False gods are untruthful and shallow. Ours is an awakened God full of power. He is present through our every hour.
His is the Word over our sacred land. We can best live by His holy commands. We witness this in noticing the difference, Especially when we hold God in reverence.
In our memories of God, we find our breath. In His embrace, there is life, and not death. God's gentle whisper speaks to us within our caves Telling us the needed truth that will save.
God is with us in all of our days, On the highest mountain to where the valley lays. Our caves of anxiety and depression, Can never be greater than our God's expression.
God cares for the troubles we go through. He speaks with love in all that we do. In God, we will find His loving care. We speak to Him through living prayer.
God speaks to us gently As a caring father to His family. Learning to be still takes away distractions. Silence brings God to our hearts' inhibitions.
In His gentleness, His patience is love. When we are troubled, God brings Heaven from above. God's work in us takes a life of slow all His own. It's there in His patience, we learn to know and grow.
While we are seeking a full victory Sometimes the best of this comes from clarity. The Living God is not simply flighty talk, The Word of God walks with us in our righteous walk.
(c) July 14, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Fear prophets and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them.”– Umberto Eco
“And he will go on before the Lord, in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the parents to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous—to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.“ – Luke 1:17 NIV
The dubious detective Was a memory of the collective. Searching through the night For even one illuminating light.
In the face of the living dead, The crowd screams its dread. There are no real answers to be found, No matter how fast clues are chased around.
Tell me, honey, do monsters turn you on? What's left after the nightmares are gone? Sporadically, we weaved across the floor, In a dance number difficult to ignore.
Silence is golden, however much we stutter. All of us have lived to learn to suffer. All the lessons that we have learned, Reaching critical mass, the stars have burned.
The indescribable scenes we've accidentally played, Left to life, every one of us feels betrayed. Howling our desperation into the morning's air, We don't even remember how to solemnly care.
Tell me, honey, do monsters turn you on? What's left after the nightmares are gone? Sporadically, we weaved across the floor, In a dance number difficult to ignore.
(c) July 11, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If we want to know the Glory of God, if we want to experience the beauty of God, and if we want to be used by the hand of God, then we must LIVE in the WORD of God.” – David Platt
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