“Live and let live, be and let be, / Hear and let hear, see and let see, / Sing and let sing, dance and let dance. … Live and let live and remember this line: / ‘Your bus’ness is your bus’ness and my bus’ness is mine.’” – Cole Porter, composer and songwriter (9 Jun 1893-1964)
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11.” – Jeremiah 29:11
Ask any Rabbi, and you're sure to find A story or two to give sight to the blind It's a whispered rumor illustrating the tale Of how those with pride are sure to fall
Even cheap candles can illuminate gold And so it is with many stories of old It isn't as though it's much to orchestrate But the truth told is seen best when we illustrate
The fact pattern sought is that those who hear Are certain to draw on lessons from near But seeing the truth of a mystic sort of mystery That takes a set of eyes that can truly see
The creation of humanity might have been God's bad mood When you think of the rest of creation on which we intrude Other than tablets cobbled together out of ordinary stone There are a lot of moments it when seems man is left all alone
Yet to point out absence brings God and ideals present Although it is true, it's a presence that many resent This may diminish hope, but it also says a little something About how the universe banged itself out apparent nothing
It seems that the incomprehensible is, for most, exactly that And so sages illustrate their pointing at the unnatural fact With words that each of us must dig through all the solid rock Just to find the point of that which is nothing but vague talk
Such truths pummel their way relentlessly against the wind Shrilly clearing a path only to find the message has no friend And those meant to receive this dream lost by the mind's window Never comprehending all that they will surely ever, never know
(c) June 8, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
There is a certainty felt 100% I believe in the you this represents These are the keys of responsibility That validate our sense of security
Letting the differences build our memories I know that you and I know no urgencies As we float our lives together into place We know this love by its numbered traces
The waves resound as they crash on the shore While each kiss between begs for a little more A look tells us we fit smoothly into our places And the love we feel is written on our faces
It's a natural thing, as we've quietly understood Confident as we are side by side feeling good It's a beautiful thing, how it is that simply fit Like a walk under the moonlight, we'll never forget
All the fickle challenges come to be met and overcome As king and queen, we fortify the strength of our kingdom Heartbeat-by-heartbeat, we know, combined together There is no chance our world can be any sort of better
(c) June 7, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“This balance between the National and State governments ought to be dwelt on with peculiar attention, as it is of the utmost importance. It forms a double security to the people. If one encroaches on their rights they will find a powerful protection in the other. Indeed, they will both be prevented from overpassing their constitutional limits by a certain rivalship, which will ever subsist between them.” —Alexander Hamilton (1788)
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