A voice came to me from beyond my screen. A brown-eyed beauty who loved what she had seen, She smiled at me with growing anticipation Suggesting with a smile that we write about creation.
I couldn't help but wonder where she had come from. So, I asked without much fear of coming across as dumb. I knew if I knew her life, I would fall into her grace. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beautiful face.
She was a comfortable, familiar stranger With a vibe of love and not danger. She knew that I would go along With anything she wanted in her song.
She loved the poetry in our emotions. I was falling into her personal ocean. I felt glad that she wasn't close enough to kiss, For the fear of what that might cause us to miss.
I know only that I wanted to know her more. We riffed on creation a little more. With each note, the song got a little longer. Honestly, I could only hope her heartbeat a little stronger.
She was a comfortable, familiar stranger With a vibe of love and not danger. She knew that I would go along With anything she wanted in her song.
(c) November 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Harmony, liberal intercourse with all Nations, are recommended by policy, humanity and interest. But even our Commercial policy should hold an equal and impartial hand: neither seeking nor granting exclusive favours or preferences; consulting the natural course of things; diffusing and diversifying by gentle means the streams of Commerce, but forcing nothing; establishing with Powers so disposed; in order to give trade a stable course.” – George Washington
A new day awaits the exploring soul. It decides where and when to go. Learning things as it openly dreams, All its world bursting at the seams.
Becoming brave, it becomes itself, Either through life or books on the shelf. From this come questions of prosperity, And how each day is lived with integrity.
Unwilling to accept the bad for the good, And not losing hope, where it's understood. That life thrives in the community When it seizes on each new opportunity.
Who is to say who is to be excluded, From the games of life, or be included. The vitality of the neighborhood Should be expanded to include all that's good.
Running to live where all belong, If you listen close enough to the song, You hear that every certain melody Calls quietly like a chord for its harmony.
Made-up minds cannot be easily swayed, This is regardless of negative games played. The truth of life is for the truly living. Any mistakes can wait for theeir forgiving.
We learn about community together. We can join hands to make the world better. Everyone has their vital role to play. We Learn from this best by living well each day.
We must not allow for the dirty water To disrupt the holiness of the Father. Instead, we join hands to truly thrive. It's in doing this, we are best alive.
(c) November 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“A great civilization is not conquered from without, until it has destroyed itself from within. The essential causes of Rome’s decline lay in her people, her morals, her class struggle, her failing trade, her bureaucratic despotism, her stifling taxes, her consuming wars.” – Will Durant
Even in the Kalkota ghetto, You can see courage in the shadows. Youths capture the waters of history While finding hope for tomorrow's mystery.
Revolutionary optimists fetch the water While knowing so little of mother or father. Living life there in the filth of the street Makes it hazardous to walk in bare feet.
Working early to come home late, It's the curse of the caste consigned by fate. The local politicians claim they are trying. The best bet is that they're lying.
Clean water in the slums is a pity. It will never be the case in a place so gritty. Talk doesn't cure poverty in this community. It never has in all of history.
The Kolkota slum community knows That change comes as its children grow. It takes courage, be it water or polio. The children carry the message the world needs to know.
Life here, like any community, is for the brave. It's a struggle to live from cradle to early grave. A new day dawns as an old day is dying, All around these slums, the world is caught sighing.
All around, even the children work hard. They are given the scraps of so little to discard. The kiln burns from morning into the night While the laborers build and rebuild all that is in sight.
The children still dream as they work overly hard, Learning that most of the world sees them as discard. Still, they dare to break the world's unspoken rule. They will make a better life by going to school.
Man is made to do more than labor since first born, Ending his day's labor near to the next day's morn. The costs of freedom are most hinted at as sublime, But the truth of this takes a little time.
If life in the ghetto will have improvement, Its truth must begin in its measurement. There in freedom and pride in leaning to decide. Yet, most of us just go along for the grand ride.
(c) November 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If, in the opinion of the people, the distribution or modification of the constitutional powers be in any particular wrong, let it be corrected by an amendment in the way which the Constitution designates. But let there be no change by usurpation; for though this, in one instance, may be the instrument of good, it is the customary weapon by which free governments are destroyed.” – George Washington
My joy is hard to keep hid, All that is, my savior did. Jesus walked among us, His Father's son. The three-in-one is the one-and-done.
Walking head-on in the name of humanity, We escape the chains of empty vanity. Lifting our faces up from sorrow, We are now able to face tomorrow.
None of life is an accident. The shift becomes one of precedent. By living out our best conscience, We find ourselves conformed to science.
The story of Jesus is one of miracles entirely. His death on the cross fulfills His deity. Belief in God comes down to an empty tomb, And this tomb leaves doubt with any wiggle room.
Paul went to the market in faith, making his claims. Telling God's story about what is no longer the same., But instead brings the benchmarks of maturity As we walk in faith with far more certainty.
It's a set of radical changes we embrace, As we come to meet God, face-to-face. Receiving God's blessings if we'd only choose this, And in so doing, we will find forgiveness.
We surrender our lives and olden days To seek after God and put on His ways. All that we live is an act of grace, Christ's death on the cross is all that we must face.
It's truly not a matter of second-guessing, But of being willing to accept God's blessing. Through God's will, we find our peace and rest. This then is the truth of our deepest test.
Steadfast in commitment to our salvation, We find it's a journey to shore up our foundation. One foot after another, we continue toward All these things that move us ever forward.
Dreams carry weight beyond our immortality, All for the good of God's larger family. As our hours move to being later, We see that what we accomplish becomes greater.
From a little town in Galilee We find the roots given for Christianity. Changed games have one by one brought the win As God's people rise to overcome our sins.
Heart to hearth, we continue to give It's, in a sense, a repayment of how God forgives. We lose our comfort for the sake of adversity Looking on the horizon to what possibly could be
Staying on the edge of Straight Street, This is where goodness and people often meet. Those struggling are often those who learn to see This is the shift of perspective that brings our dignity.
Every Christian's life is one filled with trials. Sometimes, we feel wonder in our survival. But at each step we take, we ensure our arrival. By making it through the grind of daily survival.
Paul turns prisons into epistles of stony love, Keeping the faith handed to him from above. The truth of our journey is told by its end. In our arrival, we find Jesus is our friend.
(c) November 3, 2025 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 