In spaces where war is thought of as glory There are legends that make for great story. Those of us who have fought for our nation Know this as a fantastic conversation.
Around the fire, it's meant to endlessly inspire So that in battle, we will not tire. At least not so much as to give up the fight, As endlessly as it can last into the night.
We find ourselves moving toward The fights and ever forward, All so we would never be flanked. The marks of battle reach truth fully ranked.
Death comes too often at our completion. It often comes quietly and without apt explanation. At least, not the acceptable kind, But the truth found can leave you half blind.
Though it's easier not to think or feel, The worst truth is that some monsters are real. They strike quietly n the silence of the night, And are gone before the morning's light.
On the back country pathways, Can be evaded for many days We hide away our treasures in a hidden cave, Keeping away the memories we live to save.
When we begin to live our nightmare In the day, we begin to forget why we care. Maybe that's the thing of war we miss most, The way we find ourselves dancing with ghosts.
(c) March 19, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If you want to meet someone who can fix any situation you don’t like, who can bring you happiness in spite of what other people say or believe, look in a mirror, then say this magic word: ‘Hello.'” -Richard Bach
Stories are important To our understanding. They aren't just random compartments For when life gets too demanding.
Each story provides a layer Of step or steps bringing us near. These take us from here to there And make the details clear.
We cross borders along our journey, Bribed forward toward our destiny. Only pride requires life to make sense, For most, there's only a useful pretense.
Sometimes all we have is our contribution, As a step-by-step, we find the solution, Searching out answers that are to see, Until they surface quite plainly.
Sometimes bad things happen unexpectedly, And still we push on quite reasonably. Life is founded on the struggles we slip by, But we never know unless we give it our best try.
Our journey will take us places That we have been seen. We'll find this in the faces That will not seek the same sense of being.
We need to bravely open our eyes, And there before us, without surprise, Are the things that are best to be had, But without the prize, we'd be less than sad.
Somewhere along the Khyber Pass, There are reams of futures without a past. These are the dreams of innocence cast, But anyone with an ounce of wisdom knows t won't last.
(c) March 18, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Turned around to solid ground, I was no longer Hellbound. My interest in the open road Was replaced by the blessing I was told.
I find my freedom in my salvation. The glory road became my fascination. I am no longer destined for my grave, And I am thankful to be saved.
My light seen in the dark of night, I am constantly praying to get things right. Though I have traveled across the land, In Christ's strength, I will make my stand.
I've finally found love and victory. He offered redemption despite my history. In Christ alone, I feel my true home. In His love, I am no longer alone.
And so I sing my victory song, Finally knowing where I belong. I've gained sweet freedom as I atone. In the Lord, I am no longer alone.
(c) March 17, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“On this day, millions of people…throughout the world will gather to commemorate the life of Patrick, patron saint of Ireland. From his days as a slave in Ireland to his work as missionary years later, St. Patrick demonstrated a courage, commitment,and faith that won the hearts and minds of the Irish people. St. Patrick’s Day also serves as a time for people of Irish descent from all traditions and religions to honor their native land and shared heritage. Their devotion to family, faith, and community has strengthened our country’s character.”– George W. Bush
Something like one in six Americans has Irish heritage. Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all!!
How then does one complete this? A dome must be in place for completeness. A thousand crazed ideas are heard in a jumble, But only one is stated with deafening meekness.
There is only one way to refine The majestic path focused on the divine. Gazing on the riddle beyond compare Requires completion in mid-air.
Though hearts on fire will not relent, This is the answer to time well spent. Gazing on the magnificent dome, And shutting out all the noise of Rome.
There is not one dome but two. The supporting dome is hidden from view. While the other is made of delicate herringbone, And the only one that appears to stand alone.
Such choices are made by faith and from love. What greater symbol to show faith in the above. And so one of the greatest works of architectural art, Depended that day on a leap of faith in De Medici's heart
Greatness received depends on the greatness given, And the acceptance of any needed forgiveness given. We learn our place through such spiritual tools. Otherwise, we would remain as simple fools.
Making work projects to the benefit of spirituality Is destined, in part, to build a model economy. Feeding the hungry on ideas as thin as air Is like one hand blessing the other until all is repaired.
Faith and beauty provide the way For leaders and heroes to save the day, While some only know the destruction of war, The believers dare for that impossible something more.
We live in the climb out of the muck by humanity, To learn of beauty and strive for our nobility. Our common life teaches us to dress in humility For all of this was given to us by the Divinity.
(c) March 16, 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 