“Stability in government is essential to national character and to the advantages annexed to it, as well as to that repose and confidence in the minds of the people, which are among the chief blessings of civil society.” – James Madison (1788)
“It was beauty that killed the beast.” – Carl Denham, King Kong (1933)
A Catch of Breath
by Michael Doyle
Let's admit that we're born dying
It's time to stop our crying
Let these words be quietly spoken
It's okay to be a little broken
We're connected by more than our heads
We have more meaning than our words said
It starts and ends with our heartbeat
Shared across the distances that time eats
Can you tell me? Can you hear?
The words of love are deeper than fear
No matter how far this nightmare goes on
I know that you aren't really gone
As I lay beside this gentle stream
I feel your will to survive beyond this dream
You may be beaten down to your last breath
But you have not yet embraced quiet death
Breathe with me, struggling through the years
Though, this day, we are down to bitter tears
The promises that we have kept
Will never equal the tears that we have wept
Our story began with a soul shake
I guess it now ends with one mistake
Though I don't know how to let you go
I guess you'll always have a hold on my soul
This world is punishing by the pain it brings
It is the blues every broken heart sings
One bullet, one gun; I won't deceive
With a gentle squeeze, the trigger is pulled, and I breath
With sad eyes, I watch your life fade away
I wasn't ready to let you go today
But some things just need to be done
I only wish there was another bullet in the gun
With a gentle nod, I quietly say goodbye
I wish it had been my turn to die
Instead, I hold your hand and silently cry
Swearing to every god, that I'll never really say goodbye
(c) October 8, 2024 Michael Doyle
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“Cutting negative people from my life does not mean I hate them, it simply means I respect me.” – Marilyn Monroe
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God…” – Matthew 5:9
To those who guessed, this Halloween’s poetry theme for me is the monster that lays within far too much of humanity.
Nuclear Winter Hues
by Michael Doyle
Nuclear Winter
Begins to splinter
With daylight undefined
Tricks begin to play on the mind
Another day off the board
Passes and survivors are not bored
Praying, it's never too late
Playing the uneasy game of wait
It's not too late
It's never too late
The end is not the end
As we transmit and send
It's not too late
It's never too late
We fast forward to the ending
Only to find what we're beginning
Hoping to hear from anyone
Fearing humanity has been undone
Who knows if we'll live past today
Or who would want to anyway
There's a hole where the rain gets in
We'll need to patch it up again
Hope spins tight with radiation
Spilling out across the nation
It's not too late
It's never too late
The end is not the end
As we transmit and send
It's not too late
It's never too late
We fast forward to the ending
Only to find what we're beginning
Decay begins creeping in
Our self-afflicted fear is seeping in
They'll be able to do this again
Then again, who is left to defend
The particles in the air aren't so bad
The perpetual darkness is feeling sad
We slip peacefully through another night
Praying to God to see the morning light
It's not too late
It's never too late
The end is not the end
As we transmit and send
It's not too late
It's never too late
We fast forward to the ending
Only to find what we're beginning
For too long, we've lived alone
Knowing we're the wrong ones to atone
Scratched out from our graves
We search for a new messiah who saves
The whisper is it's a hallucination
Just another blast from the radiation
There was never any real answer to be found
We know this now as we hide underground
It's not too late
It's never too late
The end is not the end
As we transmit and send
It's not too late
It's never too late
We fast forward to the ending
Only to find what we're beginning
(c) October 7, 2024 Michael Doyle
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“Freedom can exist only in the society of knowledge. Without learning, men are incapable of knowing their rights.” – Benjamin Rush
“Learn to control ego. Humans hold their dogmas and biases too tightly, and we only think that our opponents are dogmatic! But we all need criticism. Criticism is the only known antidote to error.” – David Brin
Revelation Brings Victory
by Michael Doyle
In our holy journey together
Our eschatology promises the better
As we stay long enough to hear
Listening to all who gather near
Heavy enough to inspire
We transform through the fire
Growing in God for our feelings
As we listen to what is soul-revealing
Purely seeking our God above
Let's live every day humbly and with love
No one knows the time or the hour
But there is no need to cower
Revelation brings us to our victory
Remaining faithful by you and me
No towel thrown in as we win
Arriving at the goodness of God again
Broad strokes seek their determinism
To say all has been done is pessimism
There is more to find and more to come
All for the good of God's kingdom
We walk a path of alleged history
Moment by moment, God reveals His mystery
We remain symbolic in our idealism
But I think there's good cause for optimism
We set our eyes on the godly future
With the kind of love we need to nurture
What is and what is yet to be
Climbing out of our boxes to look for possibility
Disagreement on perceptions is more than okay
We can learn from each other every single day
Without reservation and with little hesitation
God's life invites our open questions
Short in words but clothed with power
This is the needed message for this hour
Jesus Christ's sacrifice is our revelation
The very cause for our celebration
Keep near to the heart; all prophecy
As we learn of God's coming victory
Blessed with foreknowledge that keeps the Word near
Studying the Word cleaved by the sword, we persevere
Whatever stumble comes in our days
We keep our faith in every way
The keys to the kingdom come in the truth
And the Lord's promises given since our youth
Step by step, we grow in integrity
This breaking through by Christ is our theology
Summed up as it is on these pages
Christ the King is our rock of ages
Throughout the Bible, there are strings of prophecy
And the presence of the Lord's account of history
It's one bold declaration of God's intentions
It is set forth and explained and needs our attention
Hatred and agony can be our course in life
Where our Christian peace is replaced by strife
Through it all, we must keep our spark of inspiration
The steel within our spine will keep our dedication
All the tribes of the world will cry out
We must keep our faith surpassing all doubts
The Alpha and Omega are coming again
Whatever our struggle, the godly do win
Well-rounded within our intelligent love
We keep our faith in our precious God above
Revelation is a verbal garden of diverse poetry
Presenting us with a moving allegory
Honoring our language with a unique perspective
We learn our best at Christ's feet, respective
Of a theology that is faithful through what occurs
As we struggle through; our spirits continue to stir
Refined by this world and its eternal torch on fire
We shall not fear but will live by our holy desire
To live as servants of God and to reach out
With God's love to remove the World's doubts
In the midst of chaos, look toward the Lord
Crushed by the words found within His Word
The Bible shines its light on the relationship
That leads us to our rightful worship
(c) October 6, 2024 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” – Revelation 21:4
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