It seems Bullfrog doesn't like sweltering heat, But he liked less, his man facedown on the street. The weight of decisions bringing life and death Often takes away even a tough man's breath.
To hide his tears, he feigned a fit of coughing As he looked down on the eight-wheeled coffin. Knowing that despite all the lessons taught and learned His man had an early death that he had not earned.
The best die hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
He had joked that his friend chose a bad time for love As they had received orders to jump in from above. His friend had invited him to be his best man. And of course, he answered yes in a humorless deadpan.
A twist of a turn and then the wrong bird had flown. How could the Bullfrog have guessed or even known, His best friend would never get to grow old As his body was laying in the casket colder than cold.
The best die-hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
They said there is no truer than to lay down their life For another, how do you explain this to a proposed wife? He had promised to take care of his good friend How was he to know how this day's adventure would end?
Flag-draped coffins are filled with tragic loss. The Bullfrog prayed making the sign of the cross. His grieving heart would never again be whole. The loss of his man would be etched deep on his soul.
The best die-hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
Taps on the hillside slides into sorrow. Someone's love wouldn't know tomorrow. Overthinking doesn't return the dead to life. And it would not make the friend's lady into a wife.
Thirteen Folds told the story of the presented flag. But falling tears streamed down and did not lag. The stars are revealed as to God whom we faithfully trust, Especially, at those times when we truly must
The best die-hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
(c) May 26, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Dedicated to Admiral McRaven and all special operators who defend our nation.
“For love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts, and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue.” – James A. Garfield
In memoriam for this Memorial Day: Please take a moment to say a prayer for the men and women who have served this country, laying down their lives so that we may live free and with the liberties we continue to enjoy. Thank you to those who do.
It didn't really begin with the rolling back of a stone As Jesus reached out to prove we are not alone. The church was born to spread the faith of our gospel Allowing believers to have assurance that all is well.
In our acceptance and then our believing, We came to find an endless stream of our receiving The very goodness of God that we need. It's there on the Bible's pages to read.
The good news given is addressed to be known by all Among every walk that answers faithfully to God's call. From the beginning, our has openly said The gospel belongs to all to whom their souls are not dead.
All who are chosen, are chosen by grace. It doesn't matter about works in this kind of race. Hope is the blessed treasure and its loving discovery Is the beginning and end of each soul's recovery.
Whispered tenderly for our earnest contemplation Is God's holy play for humanity's redemption. Examining the chronological history shows no deviation, But transparently offered for our open inspection.
To understand, you need to know Jewish History, If we are to know and understand our theology. God's redemptive plan has been God's pattern Moving man toward good and away from our sin.
Our deepest struggles are as close as our souls. Despite this truth, God has given us self-control. From faithfully living as God tells us to do, We will discern and live what is holy, good, and true.
This is a great banquet we should not decline, Whatever the infirmity, it is for all to dine. There is always room with God's open door To bring in the hurting and faithful for more.
God brings love and healing under His grace. We need only to accept God with our full embrace. Our story rises up from the purity of history To make a holy remnant into His holy family.
The wisest words that come to our wounded hearts Can be traced back to the very start. Christ died for our sins that we might live God given atonement allows Him to forgive.
(c) May 25, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Every government degenerates when trusted to the rulers of the people alone. The people themselves, therefore, are its only safe depositories.” – Thomas Jefferson (1781)
Life's biggest projects Are a lot to figure out. Life success, not reject. Even the best life has doubt.
Because of this or despite this, We don't want to have a miss. So we find ourselves pressing on Until all our tomorrows are gone.
It's an uneasy process That we begin by gaining access. It's the strength of vision That posits while lacking precision.
The worth is found in the efforts made, And it's found by those who've stayed. A labor of love is begun unknown Until life sculpts into what is shown.
Fascinated, we push into the unknown. Along the way, we find ourselves grown. Looking at life as it simply passes, So much is learned without school classes.
It's about making the time To slip silently past the sublime. Suddenly, we are confronted with meaning. We learn that it is to be our own human being.
Success in artistry can be elusive, However much we wish it were inclusive. Our words are part of our journey. Looking back, we find the clarity of destiny.
Some learn in different ways, Wading through the best and worst days. Committed as you are to reach the right end, You push through until you are your own friend.
We hunt questions that lead to answers found. It's the pattern of life chased around and round. The trick of this puzzle cannot be told. We can't know tomorrow until it unfolds.
(c) May 23, 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
