“We are teaching the world the great truth that Governments do better without Kings & Nobles than with them. The merit will be doubled by the other lesson that Religion Flourishes in greater purity, without than with the aid of Government.” – James Madison (1822)
Across the world exists a billion private hells. It is a place where loneliness prevails. The struggle is with interpersonal trust and vulnerability. Alienation pervasively crushes the human commnunity.
Each of our hearts silently cries out for more. Hoping that those we love will never go away Or, maybe not even knowing how to reach out To someone else and hold the hand filled with doubt
I watch from my corner, hidden in the shadow, Wanting so badly for the world to learn and know That it's not about reaching out in all directions But to finding the true heart and makin real connections.
A hazardous as it is, it's quality over quantity. It's not a lack of company, but a need for intimacy. What we need is to be loved and truly known For our authentic selves not for the masks we've shown.
It isn't mere presence. It's consistency and positivity. These things take the hardest thing, vulnerability. It is the shared context of keeping close proximity That is the only way to unravel life's consistency.
Anything short of this, is at best, an imperfect solution To the inner struggle that requires its resolution. Expensive distractions and false promises quickly end. What's needed by all is at least one true friend.
Spent time is not a "to-do" to be crossed from a list. If you think this, there is something that you've missed. To have a true friend, you must yourself be a true friend And this brings poem to its poignant, necessary end.
(c) April 23, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Permanence, perseverance and persistence in spite of all obstacles, discouragement s, and impossibilities: It is this, that in all things distinguishes the strong soul from the weak.” – Thomas Carlyle
“Opinions alter, manners change, creeds rise and fall, but the moral law is written on the tablets of eternity. For every false word or unrighteous deed, for cruelty and oppression, for lust or vanity, the price has to be paid at last.” – James Anthony Froude
Firstly, I admit I was not a big fan Of either his station or the man Despite this, he imprinted this century With his words and his legacy
I'm for building bridges, but legally. It doesn't make me less about mercy To believe my duty is to my family And not invaders of my country
The walls of the Vatican say it all The spite of hypocrisy takes its fall Still, what was the Communist's legacy How did Francis change the papacy?
Off the cuff and blunt in his style He offered soundbites worth the while Buenos Aires Italian quietly rose But was it substance or a pose?
The sands of time filled the hourglass But there's a lot, I can't let pass Wondering about what kind of a dent His damage did by being irreverent
Was it just confusion or was it heresy There was a shock and awe of controversy In a Leftwing attempt at giving dignity Traditional doctrine became ambiguity
Until an allowance for sin became leniency It was a wonder he rose to the papacy Compassion isn't about being capable But a world of sinners doing as best able
It is not as if God's laws aren't eternal To soften this is something infernal A pope is allegedly God's representative This isn't really something interpretative
The line was drawn at denying Christ's divinity It is as though Francis skipped all of theology Though I genuinely hope that he now finds rest His infallibility often failed and fails the test
(c) April 21, 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