In the beginning, the serpent in the garden Arrive to induce sin without pardon. The fruit of one tree was clearly seen But was forbidden to every human being.
The Devil came as man's defiant adversary, While God speaks truth, Lucifer is contrary. Setting up mesmerizing traps and snares To trap man, however much, it feels unfair.
Man was created with full free will. It's from this that our decisions are kept real. The bright light of God creates shadow. It's a matter of our choice, as we know.
Our eyes are open, but we do not see, Walking on our decisions based on curiosity. It comes down to the issue of moral authority, And the evil gained costs human dignity.
Everywhere we look, we find brokenness. I say this without fear of outspokenness. The evil that we find, comes as a matter of our choice. In the absence of God, we find darkness in our voice.
Blame or credit, the fallen one leads the way. But in the evil, it is we who have the final say. The pillars of God only shine so far, If we refuse to follow Bethlehem's star.
Satan sows the subtle seeds of indecision, And the Devil comes at us with exacting precision. Instead of trusting in God's trustworthiness, We choose to do things that lead to our mess.
On the Cross, Jesus dealt with mankind's sin Putting Lucifer in his place again and again. Keeping the Biblical ball in its play, Crucially, we study every word along our way.
The more familiar we are with God's ways, The better we'll live out our living days. Keeping in time with God's wise Word, We'll be more ready when evil has occurred.
The world around us is fractured and broken. The person in our mirror is simply one token. We need to steward the truth with humility, And to treat those around u with love and digniity.
(c) January 18, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
It's always been so much the American way That we do as we do not as we often say. An example is found in our national bird, Until recently, we revered it only in words.
While we drove to the edge of extinction, We played up Bald Eagle's image with distinction. While our bird's fate was almost a done deal, We made it the central figure of our Great Seal.
Majestic and efficient in their agility, The eagle rules the air with its great ability. Its powerful wings catch the air with might, Gliding with minimal effort as if just right.
Our society nearly destroyed its nesting sites, Even as we admired its survivors in its flight. We encroached on the areas of their nesting needs Until we became wise enough to leave these freed.
Still, we would talk about how the eagle would soar, At the same time, their losses we would ignore. In one instance, we praised their splendid majesty, In the other, we would not give them any sanctuary.
Between DDT and the unwashed sea of humanity, It seemed we would not allow them to live in dignity. Until at last our wisdom's circle was chased around. Nearly at total loss, common sense was found.
Clinging today from a lofty perch with a focused gaze The Bald Eagle lives a hundred years' worth of days. Blissfully, it seems unaware of our grave paradox. America finally learns to live as it simply talks.
Soaring above in the wide and windy open skies, Our bald eagle remains the symbol of us as it flies. With a wingspan of up to nearly seven feet, Long may the bald eagle symbolize freedom without defeat.
(c) January 17, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, ‘You are mad; you are not like us.'” – Anthony the Great
Quite the sage, he was able to see the coming of The Woke from way back in his days…. 😉
Stretching my day past midnight, I'm grasping toward the morning light. There's just one more thing to do, Planting dreams to know what can be true.
Living my freedom in the moment's truth, I think back on the days of my youth. Outside the window, the stars burn bright above, And I find myself thinking about love.
It seems the morning comes around too soon. I stop and pause, taking in the moon. Half the universe's truth is still just a lie. Darkness has fallen with the angels in the sky.
The ticking sound of my neighbor's clock Tells me the wall is too thin to rock. But I can whisper a melody across my strings, And hear what is that my muse brings.
Outside my window, I watch silent stars collide, And so it is with my earthly stride. There is so much that I've taken in, And so much that I'd love to see again.
It seems the morning comes around too soon. I stop and pause, taking in the moon. Half the universe's truth is still just a lie. Darkness has fallen with the angels in the sky.
Ivory towers were built to fall. It's in the ancient wisdom that we recall. We find comfort in knowing God's love, And hope to arrive at death in Heaven above.
Where do broken souls like mine go? That's a thing I truly need to know. If you ask, I'll pretend that it's not sorrow That keeps me awake into each new tomorrow.
It seems the morning comes around too soon. I stop and pause, taking in the moon. Half the universe's truth is still just a lie. Darkness has fallen with the angels in the sky.
(c) January 16, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If somehow I can, before I leave this earth, combine my absolutely mad freedom and excitement with truth, then I will have done something.” – Robert Wyeth
“In time of peace there can, at all events, be no justification for the creation of a permanent debt by the Federal Government. Its limited range of constitutional duties may certainly under such circumstances be performed without such a resort.“ – Martin Van Buren
In a soldier's final score, Only the dead know the end of war. Shrouded in the sadness of despair, Life is hobbled by a world so unfair.
We keep on fighting shadows Though each of us is certain and knows The infernal war ended long ago. Or, at least that is, we should know.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
Though the enemy would not yield, I carried you from the battlefield. Uncertain that we could make it, I was determined, at worst, to fake it.
The generals told us what to do. The rest, it seems, was up to me and you. The battle had started at twilight, And wouldn't let up until the morning light.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
Rumors said the woods were full of ghosts. That sometimes scared us the most. To think that we might never leave, It was more than we could bear to believe.
Some generals swore by their priority, As if to hold their place in history. In another life, this might have been a crime. This, however, was not that time.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
The chances that we took kept us alive. Those and God helped us to survive. We trusted in each other's capability, And kept our faith to the best of our ability.
We had promises made that we had to keep. Smile to smile, there were tears left to weep. This gave us the courage to keep alive, And through this, the will to survive.
They sold us a line about glory, But we all knew this to be a story. You had fought for me, I had fought for you. Truth be told, that's all we'd ever do.
(c) January 15, 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 