“Unless the people, through unified action, arise and take charge of their government, they will find that their government has taken charge of them. Independence and liberty will be gone, and the general public will find itself in a condition of servitude to an aggregation of organized and selfish interest.” – Calvin Coolidge
Under One Star
by Michael Doyle
Damn that cancel culture,
Believing it has a right to nurture
Hatred toward the founders of this land.
I don't think they really understand.
We need to bring hope to tomorrow.
It's time to move past the sorrow.
We need to remember where we've been.
But also thankful for the grace that removes our sin.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian.
I don't always get it right.
But I can lay my head down on my pillow
Knowing that I've done my best every night.
Take a moment to listen and hear me out.
I've got a heart full of love and a lot of doubt.
I met some success in my significance.
Won't you join me in our magnificence?
It doesn't really matter if we disagree,
Let's put some faith in our controversy.
It doesn't matter the time or season,
Let's put our heads together in reason.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian.
I don't always get it right.
But I can lay my head down on my pillow
Knowing that I've done my best every night.
There was a time when we understood
What it meant to be good.
On both sides of town,
God was there to be found.
We need to find our way back again
To the time we knew how to be a friend.
Each of us is here to lend a hand.
It's simple when we know how to understand.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian.
I don't always get it right.
But I can lay my head down on my pillow
Knowing that I've done my best every night.
Sometimes we're right, and sometimes we're wrong.
But each of us has a place to belong.
Like notes played inside life's melody,
Some of us wander off enough to sing harmony.
I sit here before the boughs of my Christmas tree.
Bows, ribbons, and bulbs contribute to the beauty.
They play different roles without drifting far.
All of them, as if aware, they're under one star.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian.
I don't always get it right.
But I can lay my head down on my pillow
Knowing that I've done my best every night.
(c) December 25, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” – John 3:16
Merry Christmas, one and all!
“May the father of all mercies scatter light, and not darkness, upon our paths, and make us in all our several vocations useful here, and in His own due time and way everlastingly happy.” – George Washington
Merry Christmas (If You Will)
by Michael Doyle
Children are silly,
Believing everything they see.
Playing in Christmas snow,
This image is everything to know.
I've watched the parade unfold.
It's Christmas spirit, and it becomes quite bold.
Dancing across the magic of a winter's day,
I learned the secret of children's play.
Merry Christmas
If you will.
Around my place,
Every Frosty chills.
Some never learn this magic,
And somehow that feels tragic.
It's in spreading love, not a hat,
That's where the magic's at.
Just ask Santa as he drives his sleigh
About how Rudolph saved a foggy day.
Or ask any child who has seen the day
That a miracle out of nowhere came his way.
Merry Christmas
If you will.
Around my place,
Every Frosty chills.
You can't force a miracle.
You can only pray.
You'll never be invincible,
If you think dragons are just to slay.
A child's love naturally inspires
As dreams keep warm by the fires.
Each of us has a little Santa inside.
That's the secret, I quietly confide.
Merry Christmas
If you will.
Around my place,
Every Frosty chills.
Chocolate Chip tastes like a memory.
Lord knows that I miss my family.
There are presents to give and miles to go.
The people that I love best are those who glow.
Despite the worst of our unpleasant fears,
Christmas snow never completely disappears.
I have the word of Santa himself on this,
And the proof is seen every Christmas.
Merry Christmas
If you will.
Around my place,
Every Frosty chills.
(c) December 24, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“When plunder becomes a way of life, men create for themselves a legal system that authorizes it and a moral code that glorifies it.” – Frederic Bastiat
(Socialism in a nutshell. Watch as we see it personified in NYC under Mandami and the other socialist mayors who have just been elected. It is almost mind-numbing that our republic’s destruction will indeed come from within.)
Rumors Had It
by Michael Doyle
After my day filled with too much birthday celebration,
I am looking back with joyous contemplation.
Rumors had it that I would die 13 years ago.
Here on my 63rd birthday, it only goes to show.
That like a rock that keeps on incessantly rolling,
The moss in my life is where I keep on strolling.
Walking and photographing beautiful nature preserves,
And living as much life as this man deserves.
Sixty-three candles flicker in their shadow play.
Here I am, with nothing all that wise to say.
The sarcoidosis that came to scar my lungs and body,
Hasn't stopped me much despite its disability.
Today I woke up, and that's always a good day.
My youngest made chicken and waffles the right way.
Maybe that's the secret to getting life's miles,
It's a lifetime of pleasure and satisfied smiles.
Memories linger across the fabric of life's tapestry.
Each thread linked and stitched, filled with mastery.
Of all the lessons I've learned every day and night
Have taken away the darkness to fill my soul with light.
Sixty-three candles flicker in their shadow play.
Here I am, with nothing all that wise to say.
The sarcoidosis that came to scar my lungs and body,
Hasn't stopped me much despite its disability.
My life has so many stories yet to gently unfold.
There are songs to sing and stories yet to be told.
Life's canvas is vibrant and meant to be lived bold.
And miles to travel with your hand to hold.
Life is a gift drifting through time's river softly.
Fleeting seconds of joy and happiness complete me.
Until the day that my Lord calls me home, I will live.
With all the beauty I can see and the truth I can give.
Sixty-three candles flicker in their shadow play.
Here I am, with nothing all that wise to say.
The sarcoidosis that came to scar my lungs and body,
Hasn't stopped me much despite its disability.
(c) December 23, 2025 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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