I know my Lord Keeps moving me forward. He's the God of second chances, Be it moments of action, Or failed romances. He pushes me past dissatisfaction. Daring me a little further down the road, Past the limits that I've been told.
I quietly refuse the disrepair, Looking past the pits of deep despair, Looking for a little bit of sunshine, Toward the dreams that I can make mine. I know that I must keep going on To the point where all chances are gone, Until the day that the Lord calls me home. I'll find real love at last and never be alone.
All of my better angels keep calling, As life moves past my falling. So much wrong has been done, Though I keep following the Son. It's quite a distance; I've been driven. I'm grateful that I am forgiven. It's a confidence game of second-guessing. This is the sum of my confession.
Don't stand too long is what I've learned From all the times that I've been burned. Just keep on going is what life's taught, Doing my best with what I've brought. Keeping my eyes on whatever is sought, That's the best way to avoid being caught. The half I've learned and then forgotten, And it seems that's quite a lot.
There have been too many blows to my head, And quite a few times that I was left for dead. I didn't have enough sense to concede defeat. Instead, I always find my way back to my feet. After I left the military, it took 10 long years, In a self-made apocalypse of fallen tears, To find my soul once again, And now I know, Jesus is my dearest friend.
All of my better angels keep calling, As life moves past my falling. So much wrong has been done, Though I keep following the Son. It's quite a distance; I've been driven. I'm grateful that I am forgiven. It's a confidence game of second-guessing. This is the sum of my confession.
(c) January 8, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Next to the right of liberty, the right of property is the most important individual right guaranteed by the Constitution and the one which, united with that of personal liberty, has contributed more to the growth of civilization than any other institution established by the human race.” – William Howard Taft
We should be extremely vigilant of the new socialist mayors in multiple cities to ensure that the right of property is duly respected. The rumblings out of New York City do not bode well for Western Civilization. Every legal effort should be made to make it clear, this American republic will not abide by the unconstitutional taking of private property from any group of people, “white” or not.
“A government for the people must depend for its success on the intelligence, the morality, the justice, and the interest of the people themselves.” – Grover Cleveland
Some animals have an affinity. It's as if they're part of the family. Love, it's said, is a true heart's bond. There's mutual respect, and there is beyond.
There are the many, and there are the few. But those who get closest, bond to you. It's the footprints in our hearts, We feel most, and sometimes from the start.
The connection is often profound and unbreakable. It's an essence of love and often unspeakable. But to ride a horse is to ride the very sky. There's something unshakable in this do-or-die.
I saw it in how my sister gently reined Her horses that it was said that she trained. It seemed more like a reaching of an understanding, With neither side being overly demanding.
There was beauty and spirit filled with grace. I watched the gentle nuzzle like a kind of embrace. Remembrance of these moments is deeply emotional. They taught me something of what we call devotional.
Not an hour was ever wasted in her riding in the saddle. Remembering this helped me watch her nine-year battle. Cancer came filling in the marrow of her bones, But as long as she had old Blue, she was never alone.
Even now, after the passing of many years My eyes too easily fill up with tears That I hide away, faking being brave one more day. I wonder what she and Blue would say if they could say.
Perhaps it matters less what it is that you know, And maybe wisdom is a shade that's just for show. What truly matters is how much you care. It's care and love that pays the Stygian fare.
Old Blue was a sort of mirror to her beautiful soul. Maybe that's why both responded without needing control. There was the discipline of shared barrel racing, And the sharpness of cattle cutting without much chasing.
Horses had taught her that strength doesn't need to roar. It's an overwhelming gentleness that soars. Somewhere up in Heaven, I'm sure that they still ride, Out in the back forty, where stars collide.
(c) January 6, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The establishment of the National Park Service is justified by considerations of good administration, of the value of natural beauty as a National asset, and of the effectiveness of outdoor life and recreation in the production of good citizenship.” – Theodore Roosevelt
The Cold Warmth of Economic Cruelty by Michael Doyle
What is now happiness in its pursuit, Was once the right to own property. Democratic Socialism grows at the roots, While voters forget the tie-in with prosperity.
It only needs a little patch of land From which the people can make their stand Against the failure of economies planned, And to leave the People, not government, in command.
Everyone has the right to their own home, A place of refuge to seek a sheltered position. There's an absolute right to its protection. It's there we make the stand to stand alone.
America stands at a crossroad in history. We can die at the hands of collective socialism, Pretending it is warmth, and not cruelty. It is perhaps the cruelest path of ulterior pessimism.
The wrongness of a so-called enlightened path Is the grandchild of duped nepotism. The evidence of the philosophic ills of Marxian math Is leading the way of loss found at the base of communism.
If they can take away private property, It is as easy to take away our liberty. Property is, after all, the distinction That prevents freedom from being lost to extinction.
Anyone, the least politically capable, Knows that liberty and property are inseparable. It's simply a matter of common sense, Failing to protect property causes tyranny to commence.
(c) January 5, 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 