“When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.” – Pat Schweibert, Tear Soup: A Recipe for Healing After Loss

“When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.” – Pat Schweibert, Tear Soup: A Recipe for Healing After Loss

“In disquisitions of every kind there are certain primary truths, or first principles, upon which all subsequent reasoning must depend.” – Alexander Hamilton, in Federalist No. 31 (1788)

“Not what we experience, but how we perceive what we experience, determines our fate.” – Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach


Moments Like John Muir
by Michael Doyle
Sometimes, the city's too many faces
It makes me dream of faraway places
Where my heart can fade into the night
Traces of beauty replace blinding light
Times in the wilderness are best for me
Sometimes, it's a matter of necessity
The jagged edge has left me shaken
The call to the country is unmistaken
I feel the mountains call, and I must go
Back to the woods where cool streams flow
To play and pray, always wishing to stay
There is much to see in the passing days
Between every two pines is my doorway
Wildflowers are nature's best bouquet
Waiting for me to catch a precious scent
Before heading back to tell where I went
Here, I will return often if God is willing
Building, restoring, and again healing
All that needs peace deep inside of me
Out here in the wilds that lay a hidden country
Country that calls me entirely, body and soul
In the forest and its glens, where I can stroll
Walking on the dirt paths of my needed life
Here inside the sanctuary, free from the city's strife
I've found good tidings on top of mountain peaks
And found far more good than I set out to seek
Keeping close to nature's heart lived with sincerity
I have found my best moments lived with clarity
(c) September 12, 2024 Michael Doyle
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“Republics are created by the virtue, public spirit, and intelligence of the citizens. They fall, when the wise are banished from the public councils, because they dare to be honest, and the profligate are rewarded, because they flatter the people, in order to betray them.” – Joseph Story(1833)

“There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth”. – Leo Tolstoy, novelist and philosopher (9 Sep 1828-1910)


A Memory of Losses
by Michael Doyle
Even a cursory read of the Hadith finds
It is enjoined to treat others kind
To never kill unless it is necessary
The death of even one requires a necessity
To save even one is to save all of humanity
Life is reverenced as God's greatest sanctity
So how then do we hope to explain 9/11
The day so many died needlessly and went to Heaven
How do we deliver ourselves from degradation
The thuggish killers brought their alienation
From all who follow a godly path and do good
These shameful deeds cannot be easily understood
Only the Creator may take life without heresy
We are to walk with knowledge, wisdom, and mercy
2,977innocents were slaughtered that September day
The memories of these losses may never fade away
The time passes in a broken way forever changed
Too much death and so many lives have been rearranged
Holding on to the lingering traces of loves now gone
The spark lights the flame, and our lives go ever on
As time stands still, and we hang on to this tragic day
Feeling the sorrow and pain again and again in every way
Only to have it repeat itself in a travesty of nations
October 27th showed this is not a matter of one-and-done
When a group or person uses half a Quranic verse
The understood results are often no less than perverse
No god, especially our God, will allow justification
For those who seed and sow a world filled with destruction
(c) September 11, 2024 Michael Doyle
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The Loss of His Voice
by Michael Doyle
Thinking on this, I must confess
The icon's death has left a mess
Like Poitier and Belafonte good
James Earl Jones rose above Hollywood
With the loss of a singular voice
Black and white Hollywood became less
Though lives end without much of a choice
His death leaves popular culture a mess
In tones not too much or too little
James Earl Jones struck the middle
Reminding us that he was and is human
His breathy voice echoed of stellar ruin
Somewhere far away in a galaxy's night
A giant of a man has taken his last flight
With his denial, he became the nation's father
Yet, despite his role, it felt proper
The Force was strong with that one
Many a boy wished he was Vader's son
Now faced with a change of the deal
Death's kiss has come to place its seal
In tones not too much or too little
James Earl Jones struck the middle
Reminding us that he was and is human
His breathy voice echoed of stellar ruin
The lack of faith was a bit disturbing
Fear and dead men surround, unnerving
Around me, the tear-soaked eyes of a nation
Having lost a bit of every boy's aspiration
A tragic childhood left him almost mute
Until the poetry inside overcame the brute
A giant of a growing man overcame his boyhood
Taking a Rangers' tab, he quietly understood
In tones not too much or too little
James Earl Jones struck the middle
Reminding us that he was and is human
His breathy voice echoed of stellar ruin
Speaking words of poetry, and on the stage
He came to be the man of love turning that page
Role by role, Jones rose to some prominence
Filled with confidence, he lived his promises
There was a star-filled light inside
It was not one of those that could easily hide
Into a nation's hearts, he found his easy pace
His became a voice that many would easily embrace
(c) September 11, 2024 Michael Doyle
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“There is danger from all men. The only maxim of a free government ought to be to trust no man living with power to endanger the public liberty.” – John Adams

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