We've heard at the university That monoculture destroys diversity. While nature cultivates its legacy, Working together against the plantation economy.
Chemical farming came disguised as evolution. It was, in a sense, codified as the Green Revolution. Throughout the world, like a horrific coin toss, Everywhere we turn, we see diversity's loss.
In India, this resulted in soil depletion. With carbon being released in a gasp of exhalation. Nutrients have been lost along with fertility. More and more is lost to the point of futility.
Burning to survive in a collapsed economy, Debt and suicide have become quite legendary. We counter this by making the soil healthy, And this, in turn, creates our food security.
Working with our hands makes for a better living, And through this, farmers are graced in their giving. The more sequestered carbon yields more food. The more food, the greater the elevated mood.
The path to healthy farming is one out of poverty. Those with hands in the soil are being healthy. Doing these things provides a warm explanation Of just what it will take to revitalize the nation.
Soil, like so many things, isn't just property. When looked at properly, good soil is a legacy. It is to the extent of our best capability, Our duty and is a most reverent responsibility.
(c) June 30, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“By our form of Government, the Christian religion is the established religion; and all sects and denominations of Christians are placed on the same equal footing, and are equally entitled to protection in their religious liberty.– Samuel Chase in Runkel v. Winemiller (1799)
In my mind's eye, I see The battling guns that are yet to be. Cabin fever burns away the drudgery. It vanquishes every mystery.
To dispel the ghosts takes mourning, Thorns and all, night must become morning. Burnt into my gaze like a shared light That comes to dissipate my longest night.
Swallowed like day takes the night, All the love in the world didn't make it right. And I remember the all of everything That my life so far did not bring.
There is a sweet spot of immortal sin. The time comes to begin again. Thorns and all, someone has to pay, Even if it takes closing the door this way.
A siren calls as I lean into the wind, Too close to the sun, I have sinned. Holding on to the distance between, I wonder if I wlll ever know what it all means.
Swallowed like day takes the night, All the love in the world didn't make it right. And I remember the all of everything That my life so far did not bring.
(c)June 29, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.” – Antoiine de Saint-Exupery
In life, sometimes we are picked last. It's the future that has been cast. This was once David's position As he was called to save the Israeli nation.
Sometimes we are on the ebb of favor. Other times, we own it and gently savor. David did his best to do his part. He was the one closest to God in his heart.
Mistake led to repentance, a full circle turned. From heart to Holy Spirit, we have learned. To God, we conform and make ourselves right, Owning our truth, transparent as light.
The House of David taught us well As we would wish from knowing his tale. Despite the path of failure and heartbreak, He lived for God; we must make no mistake.
The giant Goliath is a tale of fear, With a single stone, David made this disappear. Moving past obstacles with faith in God's hope, And with this step, he taught us all how to cope.
Whatever it is that is our circumstance, We must trust in God and take our chance. Whatever our opposition, we have a strategy, And we know its success in mankind's history.
Such is the path of great inspiration. In the name of the Lord, we lead our nation. The Lord rescues us from certain defeat. This is the truth we most often meet.
The greatest care of God carries every day. We shall let the story of David show the way. In God's strength, we will duly overcome. This is our Father's place in His kingdom.
Prayer is the resetting of our attention. From this point, we trust with intention. Faith in God brings us to our victory. This is shown again and again in history.
God gives us the talents and skills we need, Though at times we might falter and bleed. But if we are to reach for the kingdom's high, The least we can expect is that we must try.
At his lowest, David was where he should not be, Doing, as we often do - doing wrong for all to see. Some sins rage against the body's purity. These are the worst in our struggle for morality.
We are instructed by God to run from these times, While Satanic temptation edges us into fuller crimes. This cannot and does not lead to any good. Sin gives way to spiritual death as understood.
Guard rails are put in place for a reason. This is how life is from season to season. Such deception will by God be caught, And there will be a price as there ought.
It comes down to a matter of propriety. In the end, repeated sins require responsibility. Sins of such magnitude call for culpability, And repentance must be made to our capacity.
The path of sin leads to consequence. The price to be paid will have its recompense. Though all can and will be forgiven, It's through God's mercy that its readily given.
(c) June 28, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.” – King David in Psalms 51:1-2
Hoofs are necessary for grasslands, Doing their part as the Lord demands. Elephants know the weight of memory, And all of this reminds us that we are family.
Mankind must act in full concert To help all who have been hurt. Here across the African shadow, There is more to learn than we will know.
War has left its dirty scars, And the world below gasps at the stars. The decline is found in lost soil fertility Having ignorantly lost its quest for utility.
A utility that didn't work as said. It was a mistake that left the land dead. This required a needed redirection, And a decision to accept nature's correction.
As water became conserved and lessons learned, Along the way, much was then discerned. With this, the plants that feed have returned And quietly, God's good response has been earned.
It's a mosaic that brings the land to life. The great green wall knows its own strife. Step by step, we will yet heal this arid land. We will return life to Africa's killing sand.
(c) June 27, 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
