In modern life's twist Where nothing is missed We earn by the moment Felt in every torment
Exposing our inner soul To continuously extol That which wins the money False tears seem funny
Reborn into a hard day's night It's the hurt exposed to light When forced for eight days a week To find something new to speak
Trained to lie, forced to cry All for the glory of the camera's eye Influencers have gone far too far To be social media's darling star
Wickedness might lead to some dramedy But the worst is played out in the family When a child is deprived of individuality Might that be bordering on brutality?
Losing light becomes the sacrifice Cruelly clinging to the artifice Of pretending something that is not Wile true motherhood cannot be forgot
(c) April 8, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Here in the noonday's faded haze Stuck in the cheap seats of dollar days Daydreams wear a sense of modesty That sneaks in past our integrity
There are poems written as confessional At the realization that no one is special No more special than anyone around But then again, that's where special is found
As the world moves on, we do our part Each of us carries what's in our hearts From a Dickensian chronicle of life's garden We find ourselves reflecting on our fortune
A double flash of a peace sign and a smile Some live life in their own particular style Fame knows the game of wide-eyed impersonation To which the world turns in its timid relation
Not to be pretentious or seem overly clever The problem with immortality is that it's forever But as with all things, the time does come And there you are with your toes wading in the kingdom
As the world moves on, we do our part Each of us carries what's in our hearts From a Dickensian chronicle of life's garden We find ourselves reflecting on our fortune
(c) April 7, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” – William Wordsworth, poet (7 Apr 1770-1850)
In God's love, like a symphony The Book of Romans feeds the community Complete in its fullness and integrity It teaches history and theology
Prodigals are welcomed to this story As we reveal the depth of God's glory Knees are bowed and tongues are in confession Giving no quarter to Satan as we live in revelation
Broken patterns fill so many lives Separating families and husbands from wives Unvarnished, the challenges sincerely encourage Filling our souls with much-needed courage
Redemption, as you may recall Is the grace that shields us all Faith is gifted for us to share As this holy relationship is laid bare
The Law calls out the nature of our sin But it is taught with the love of our friend Consciousness brings to life what we need to know And through these truths, we learn to grow
The law defines and openly detects It is the love of God that corrects Examined from bottom to top Knowing our missed marks puts these on the spot
Moral, ceremonial, and civil are the laws Moral laws are what we apply and recall We find out that our bad reveals God's good It is this foundation that must be understood
Which is worse - sins of commission or omission It's hard to say with any real sense of precision Ask Jonah to define this for me, and you You'll see that what you don't do is as bad as what you do
Circles of knowing others require room for knowing Each layer has its way of intimately showing Our enemies are the world, our flesh, and the adversary Each of us must understand this with full integrity
If we weren't that bad, God wouldn't be that good This is the central truth openly understood But even in our understanding, we continue to sin Such is the way of all women and, of course, men
Like layers of an onion that we peel The bitter truth is seen at the core we reveal It brings us first to our justification Before we receive our moment of sanctification
Glorification makes our heavenly pursuit done As we freely live with God, the Spirit, and the Son Presently, we live in the world, although it's broken Most hide our hurts through words unspoken
The best disinfection is pure sunlight Revealing the light of truth in the darkest night We realize our need for God in our full cognition Surrendering to God in our full recognition
Surrendering to God brings our best victory This is the truth of all of mankind's history Gratitude walks us into our holy salvation This is the sweetest sense of our fascination
(c) April 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Bob Dylan's tangle was a lot more than blue Its effect has had a multi-generational hue His music, writing, and lyrical poetry Has etched its way into the best of history
Most of us take part in shallow walk-on roles There are fewer of us for whom the bell tolls One of a kind, he was blessed by his arrival To have continued success after his survival
The chimes of music's freedom bring it on home While Mr. Tambourine Man is better left alone The blood on the tracks put it all into context As the younger and older Dylan, each deserves respect
Each has produced dramatic works of poetic expression That is destiny bound to leave a lasting impression Somewhere between folk tradition and folk reborn Electrified to be heard as lives proudly worn
(c) April 5, 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
