Sitting in church bringing our last weeks To hear the Lord as the pastor speaks Emotions felt can be good and bad The moments of life can be happy and sad
Moments of sorrow rock us to our core These are the moments that become the door These allow us to enter and to know the score The Lord comes to tell us, we can handle more
Sometimes, we have to let life fly It's okay to fall down and to cry Whatever our conditions that we know These are the ways of life that help us grow
These are the times we will need to pray Uncertain of exactly what we should say Even the pastor breaks down in sorrow Knowing life presses on into our tomorrows
(c) October 29, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
In part, science fiction involves mystery Other times, speculation about history What might have been or might well be Had things only turned out a bit differently
All the casual moments of interpretation Of events real and in the imagination From War and Peace to science fiction Invent perspectives for their depiction
Historical speculation applies deduction From known sciences to begin reconstruction Turning the few facts that might be known Into a story that has become fully grown
Alternative histories are not just pure imagination But rely on templates of the past and the machination Of theory mixed with observations from the real past Used together to formulate a fictive recast
In all the potential outcomes from darkness falling It is worth considering Mark Twain Yankee calling For an alternative better world that turned to fright As modernism is revealed as killing of the knights
Alternative history does not always determine the outcome It seems a twist of fate that brings man to save God's kingdom Behold that man and others who travel back to time's direction To bring about the future by fomenting true connection
In all the layers within these stories it seems to be That there is no such thing as one real and true history Parlor games create the illusions that we accept as real And that's the monstrosity of this alternative deal
(c) October 28, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Freedom of speech is a principal pillar of a free government: When this support is taken away, the constitution of a free society is dissolved.” – Benjamin Franklin, in The Pennsylvania Gazette
Consigned to a comedic sense of Hell There is a demon who laughingly dwells He makes his home in haunted house scare Beetlejuice is filled with tricks and dares
To call his own shots filled with this synergy It recalls the chaos of the three-ringed energy Of a circus spawned by those comedically dead While Beetle juice says the first things in his head
Don't raise unnecessary spirits from the dead That is if you want to ever come out ahead Yet, it seems that Hollywood never learns And every story told will have profitable returns
With certain pizzaz, he turns on the juice In the half-interest in what it might shake loose Whatever the theory and whatever comes what may There no backing down on this demon's resume
The story told is charmingly twisted, not new There is an aesthetic to reliving the same view Through older eyes that did not become more wise But life moves forward when its not paralyzed
Don't raise unnecessary spirits from the dead That is if you want to ever come out ahead Yet, it seems that Hollywood never learns And every story told will have profitable returns
A story told that is so perfectly stripped To its best telling doesn't need a new script It, perhaps, needs best to be left quietly alone Buried beneath a "don't do over" heavy stone
Eccentric parts sometimes only once becomes whole Sometimes a plot line visually only has one soul Even as an aside that whispers supernatural complications A story is best told with a new vision and imagination
Don't raise unnecessary spirits from the dead That is if you want to ever come out ahead Yet, it seems that Hollywood never learns And every story told will have profitable returns
(c) October 27, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
There are times of great expectation But none so much as in Revelation Eschatology teaches us, and we learn All the things that we need to discern
Knowing what is spoken is real Has the possibility of making our spine steel Fruitful and productive in hostile space God has revealed our needed traces
We keep the faith despite Satan's lies Hidden manna is given as God's surprise Our minds run ragged at shifts in tone Our questions are shared, and we're not undone
The Word of God hits at us close to home Sometimes it cleaves us to the our bones The more we learn, the more we that we need The more we need, and yet the more we will read
Faithfulness is our faith's golden prize All this revealed before our tireless eyes We live where Satan grows and openly lives Yet, we find only God is omnipresent and forgives
Our culture drifts past the point of no return Can we still hope to thrive as we finally discern We still live, though we are hanging by a thread But we can remain faithful to all that God has said
Recognize that Jesus is either God or a madman In a league of His own, it is His hope that can Bring us the righteousness rising from apathy That comes from our vanity fleeced with sympathy
Christ is the only hope for mankind's eternity Our belief is needed in society with some urgency Every knee will bow and every tongue confess As the good and bad in life comes to this final test
Trials to come will burn us to our quick These will come to us with a real kick Whatever happens, we won't feel the curse Unless, we stumble on our own at the worse
It's a struggle to keep from our favorite sins As we return to it once more, again and again There are some things that we cannot compromise If we are to keep to God's sacred promises
What it comes to and what it's truly is about Is if we are Christian, we are Christian out and out Half-hearted hanging on the enemy's broken fence Comes hard without any decent sense of defense
Our relationship with God is direct and one on one As we go before the Father and the Son The faithful will find our true victory It's been that way throughout all of man's history
A white stone comes to us at life's last mile As we prevail against and in our life's trial The white stone token is given to atone Adjudicating our final standing is God's alone
We live until our white stone trophy is received Triumphing over Satan's evil as we've believed In the end, there is so much goodness to receive It comes to us only as we believe
(c) October 27, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who is victorious, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God.” – Revelation 2:7 (NIV)
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 