In the depths that feel formidable Is the key to knowing the unknowable. There was an urgency for resources on demand From the ocean floor up to supply the land.
Petroleum, minerals, and whale oil, Have all had their turn as the capitalist foil Pushing mankind further into the sea, And unleashing all kinds of mystery.
The unknown is a land of imagination. It tantalizes mankind with fascination. As we push further in anticipation, Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
How do we begin to know the unknown? The mind of man responds to clues thrown. Explored by a metaphor of great white whales. These and other fantastical tales.
Some such tales frighten those who were there. It becomes unspeakable, this driving fear. These are torments in need of confession. But they become hidden like a secret obsession.
The unknown is a land of imagination. It tantalizes mankind with fascination. As we push further in anticipation, Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
To speak only as much as necessary, We dance around the edges of the legendary. Some tales become the tales told by lesser men, And still humanity fights its way through our sins.
The Essex set out to sea to seek a whaler's profit, But the truth of it didn't need a prophet. To know that a liar's word is worthless, And that feigned promises are meritless.
The unknown is a land of imagination. It tantalizes mankind with fascination. As we push further in anticipation, Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
Life is full of stories and comprises. The promises made aren't meant to be lies. But in a world of broken alibis, Cheap suits come down to tattered neck ties.
Sometimes all a man knows is what he knows, And some only know the sea and how the wind blows. We do our best to live up to family names, Knowing we have but little beyond our family's fame.
The unknown is a land of imagination. It tantalizes mankind with fascination. As we push further in anticipation, Believing it will bring our greatest emancipation.
A voyage begins with conception's prayer, Knowing only what can be known as if it is a snare. Nantucket sought to be a nation's healing light, Scared enough to seek to show it in the night.
Harpoons and whaling pins tell the story Of whaling crews setting sail for particular glory. An experienced crew knows who will belong. They equally foresee what can or could go wrong.
(c) January 28, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The Constitution enjoins an oath upon all the officers of the United States. This is a direct appeal to that God Who is the avenger of perjury. Such an appeal to Him is a full acknowledgement of His being and providence.” – Oliver Wolcott
Sometimes it feels like death follows me, Creeping along like a shadow that swallows me. Maybe it is that I should already be dead, I know that's too much to have been said.
At three, I was pushed backward in a pool, Sinking down into the deep end felt peaceful and cool. My dad saw and dove in to save me, But never understood the perspective it gave me.
I stared into the eyes of death, Unafraid to the edge of my last breath. Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid, It was as if life were cards to be played.
Life goes by so quickly, too fast. The truth of it is, it won't last. It's filled with danger as we find our way, When our number is up, that's our final day.
We find our happiness under the moon above, And we cherish those we were born to love. We search for dreams under unturned stone, Until the day comes, we end life again alone.
I stared into the eyes of death, Unafraid to the edge of my last breath. Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid, It was as if life were cards to be played.
Life goes on, and you slowly fall apart, Until you are broken even in your heart. Everywhere you go, you build new family. They are so precious in your memory.
Life's beauty is lost through injury. Sometimes it is lost without any memory. In this life, it is what we don't and what we do. It's the truth of life and death given to you.
I stared into the eyes of death, Unafraid to the edge of my last breath. Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid, It was as if life were cards to be played.
Without love, there is only loneliness, That and memories of what it is you miss. So much of life turns out undeserved, Whether it is to own riches or be underserved.
I build my memorials to those I've lost. Sometimes, it is too much to count the cost. This is the path of faint hope lived in. At the end, I can only hope that I'll be forgiven.
I stared into the eyes of death, Unafraid to the edge of my last breath. Only certain that there was no cause to be afraid, It was as if life were cards to be played.
(c) January 27, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Rolled up like a scroll, You still feel the roll Of a train around the bend. It echoes like a friend.
It takes you back to yesterday, When you didn't have as much to say. You were building your own mystery, And you didn't know it had its own history.
One fallen timber at a time. It becomes something sublime. Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind As if meant to be left behind.
I loved it when you said my name, And who could ever be to blame For falling in love every single day, With how you took my breath away.
On the river, we built our house of dreams, The foundation stones made it as real as it seems. I asked you to marry me; You said we already were. It was days like this that lived as just a blur.
One fallen timber at a time. It becomes something sublime. Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind As if meant to be left behind.
We built a little life together. There along that beautiful river. It was something real and better, That beautiful life lived together.
Your love for me was a mystery. You gave me love and a family. There in the life we made, Beneath the oak tree's shade.
One fallen timber at a time. It becomes something sublime. Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind As if meant to be left behind.
With the arrival of this lady, There was a feeling of just maybe We were formed by Heaven above, Every moment spent was one of love.
Looking into your eyes erased the miles. I was always lost in your smiles. Late at night, our sweet baby cries. I found my life inside your eyes.
One fallen timber at a time. It becomes something sublime. Memories unwanted, pushed from the mind As if meant to be left behind.
(c) January 26, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The story of Job requires attention. It's a story filled with critical tension. Dating back to pre-Mosaic antiquity, Job is a tale of pre-Abrahamic history.
Earlier than the Greeks had their philosophy, Job asked the questions of high morality. Deeper than deep can ever attempt to be, The story of Job has great relevancy.
Every poetic word is a struggle shown by poetry As man meets God in all of His complexity. There are frozen moments that are quite literary, But not a word of Job reflects less than God's integrity.
The glory of the Heavens show this with clarity, And contrasts with the wicked one's insincerity. A refrain of reinforced truth is kept in our minds. There is no lesson here that should be left behind.
The Book of Job is a meditation on the living worship That serves to reinforce our holiest relationship. The waves of God's ocean shapes our hearts of stone. These press us forward into our need to atone.
Job was a righteous man who lived upright, Walking his steps within God's shining light. Every moment of devotion was spent in sincerity, Even on the day that Satan came to challenge his resiliency.
Satan's contention is that doing good for good Is an easy task for Job to be undertaken and understood. Satan challenged God to allow Job to be put to a test. In enduring pain, could Job truly prove best?
The shifting sands of life are seen as these unfold The tale of a good man who was tested and remained bold. His steadfast faithfulness was strong even in deficiency, And God's grace was proven one that provided suffiency.
Job kept strong in keeping true to his integrity, Even in the face of what had to feel incendiary. Seasons of life can feel very wrong, But from the whirlwind, we know where we belong.
God's enduring honesty provided His only explanation, Setting the limits from creation's very foundation. All that we can know is from God's creativity, And he is still here as certain as His longevity.
The stresses of pain come in life, however blameless. The causes may not show, and, indeed, be nameless. Spiritual warfare happens, and it causes us pain. His presence during this keeps life from being in vain.
God didn't become an angel to save the angels' vanity. But God did come down to save the blessings of humanity. Like a confident father, He trusted Job's navigation, And watched Job triumph despite all of life's circumspection.
We may not know God's full story, But we must now stand in God's true glory, Right through the storms that come in life, God comes to give peace even in the midst of strife.
God comes to feel the real in our humanity. Chaos, flooding, and storms challenge our integrity. He speaks honestly to us to calm us sincerely As He hung on the cross to save us despite our vanity.
This fallen world is beyond our comprehension. But it must be walked through without apprehension. We stand righteous, holding tight to our belief. It doesn't matter, whatever trouble or grief.
God is still and will always be the God in control. We know this and trust this within our souls. It is in His mighty name that we pray, Knowing that God's love is forever and will always stay.
(c) January 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
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