In life, sometimes we are picked last. It's the future that has been cast. This was once David's position As he was called to save the Israeli nation.
Sometimes we are on the ebb of favor. Other times, we own it and gently savor. David did his best to do his part. He was the one closest to God in his heart.
Mistake led to repentance, a full circle turned. From heart to Holy Spirit, we have learned. To God, we conform and make ourselves right, Owning our truth, transparent as light.
The House of David taught us well As we would wish from knowing his tale. Despite the path of failure and heartbreak, He lived for God; we must make no mistake.
The giant Goliath is a tale of fear, With a single stone, David made this disappear. Moving past obstacles with faith in God's hope, And with this step, he taught us all how to cope.
Whatever it is that is our circumstance, We must trust in God and take our chance. Whatever our opposition, we have a strategy, And we know its success in mankind's history.
Such is the path of great inspiration. In the name of the Lord, we lead our nation. The Lord rescues us from certain defeat. This is the truth we most often meet.
The greatest care of God carries every day. We shall let the story of David show the way. In God's strength, we will duly overcome. This is our Father's place in His kingdom.
Prayer is the resetting of our attention. From this point, we trust with intention. Faith in God brings us to our victory. This is shown again and again in history.
God gives us the talents and skills we need, Though at times we might falter and bleed. But if we are to reach for the kingdom's high, The least we can expect is that we must try.
At his lowest, David was where he should not be, Doing, as we often do - doing wrong for all to see. Some sins rage against the body's purity. These are the worst in our struggle for morality.
We are instructed by God to run from these times, While Satanic temptation edges us into fuller crimes. This cannot and does not lead to any good. Sin gives way to spiritual death as understood.
Guard rails are put in place for a reason. This is how life is from season to season. Such deception will by God be caught, And there will be a price as there ought.
It comes down to a matter of propriety. In the end, repeated sins require responsibility. Sins of such magnitude call for culpability, And repentance must be made to our capacity.
The path of sin leads to consequence. The price to be paid will have its recompense. Though all can and will be forgiven, It's through God's mercy that its readily given.
(c) June 28, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.” – King David in Psalms 51:1-2
Hoofs are necessary for grasslands, Doing their part as the Lord demands. Elephants know the weight of memory, And all of this reminds us that we are family.
Mankind must act in full concert To help all who have been hurt. Here across the African shadow, There is more to learn than we will know.
War has left its dirty scars, And the world below gasps at the stars. The decline is found in lost soil fertility Having ignorantly lost its quest for utility.
A utility that didn't work as said. It was a mistake that left the land dead. This required a needed redirection, And a decision to accept nature's correction.
As water became conserved and lessons learned, Along the way, much was then discerned. With this, the plants that feed have returned And quietly, God's good response has been earned.
It's a mosaic that brings the land to life. The great green wall knows its own strife. Step by step, we will yet heal this arid land. We will return life to Africa's killing sand.
(c) June 27, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Of all the vices incident to man, lying is the most mean, most contemptible; it evinces a very weak, depraved heart, which shrinks at the exposure of motives and of actions.” – Josiah Bartlett
Though we all wish for simplicity, Nature is infinite in complexity. Fungi, plants, and animals create the biome That we too often see as our own.
Standing in opposition, we seek to nurture Those things that make up our agriculture. Death and waste have ruled the industrial nation. But new growth in cycles becomes regeneration.
There is vulnerability n our past tilling. It is a pattern that heats in its killing. All of this and the destructive pesticides That we all know are really biocides.
Farming done in favor of life is more than toil. It is the study of carbon and fatty acid soil. All of this works toward encouraging life. Harmony works together to overcome life's strife.
The practices we choose are revealing. These can be negative or healing. All of this has become our solution's arrival, And all of it is critical to our survival.
The Land Down Under was once pristine, A land of beauty in Aboriginal Dreamtime. Degeneration has become desolate degradation. But Australia can be saved by rehydration.
As we go down the path of revitalization, We find that gases and greenery bring rehydration. Water regains an aquifer's deep, reviving well. This, then, is the crux of this optimistic tale.
It's a sequestering as we know That from which the grasslands began to regrow. The power behind this rests in future seeds. With these, we can restore our needs.
In Kenya, the elephants are in life's room. They make all the difference between plenty and doom. A broken Acacia tree rebirth's Mombasa's brilliance, And this teases the question of nature's resilience.
(c) June 26, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
In all the hearts broken, Stumbled over false words spoken, Jesus remains as the light That brings safe passage in the night.
The world might bring darkness, Our experience speaks unhappiness, And sometimes we hurt and need love. We need to fix our eyes on the above.
We are created to sing the Lord's song, Knowing that in our family, we belong. We are meant to sing the Lord's praise, And we will throughout our days.
We know no fear, even unto death, Taking our strength from the Lord's breath. We lift our hands up into the sky. We are formed in our foundation's reply.
Even in troubled times, we need not guess, Our cornerstone is Jesus' blood and righteousness. Resting on God's love and sweet grace, It is His love that we openly embrace.
We are created to sing the Lord's song, Knowing that in our family, we belong. We are meant to sing the Lord's praise, And we will throughout our days.
(c) June 25, 2026 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 