The best assurance that is yet to come Comes when we first step into the kingdom The blessings will come to breakthrough Miracles are coming for those like me and you
The promises prevail as these are heaven made We can take courage and stand up unafraid The battles fought hard can be like tasting death Yet leave us in praise to our dying breath
We can rely on God's assurance just because We know with certainty that he fights for us In every moment, we must lift up our heads Beneath Heaven's gaze with all praise said
As humble servants living in all of our days We lift Jesus's name in our humblest praise The king of glory is as mighty as He is strong It is to His cause that we Christians do belong
As steady as our eyes looking into God's face It's in our devotion that we accept his embrace Finding our souls resting on God's holy ground Filled with peace as wonderous as it is profound
(c) June 4, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility.” – St. Augustine (354-430)
“I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.” – Susan B Anthony, reformer and suffragist (1820-1906)
Every year Sometimes twice a year We would make our pilgrimage Off to Jasper Pulaski Tens of thousands of cranes Filled the air Zoning in on their nesting grounds
Zig-zag patterns as grouping Crossed by grouping Into what looks like feathered paratroopers Coming in for a landing
It is said that sandhill cranes Mate for life when it's possible Sticking together in familial groups Sometimes with their fledglings along I sometimes wish I had been so blessed But humans are different Or so I guess...
Other times, We'd watch their courtships in motion Rituals of dance That seemed so inspired in every moment Sounding off in romance Bobbing and weaving They danced, these romantic couples There on their migrations The cranes did not forget who they loved In all the thousands of miles of flight The cranes remembered As they danced and rested
There on one of the two migratory routes That stretched From the North of Canada To the south in Florida This great midwestern flyway Was ingrained in their minds and hearts Somehow they knew its history well Now as I think and I wonder I puzzle over the things That passed for hardship But were they really so
Sometimes, we would stand watching From the wooden observation platform There at the semi-marshy field Designated by humans as the point Where humans would gather to watch History in the yearly making Filed with sandhill cranes Who only kept flying, dancing, and eating And while we came to recognize some We humans, if even a trace, were only fleeting In the observations of the cranes, we came to see
The promises that we made were in vain As we watched these cranes in snow and rain And other times, we would drive the cornfields Mostly harvested but still holding nourishment In the spring, these fields newly planted And had scrabbles of food for the birds to eat Funny how nature holds to its promises and keeps them As best that it can, survival finds its way We would watch and learn from these familial units And I would think on their natural wisdom
Familial units, that in some ways, Were much like ours We watched as momma and poppa taught their young Us watching them with...happiness Them watching us with disregard... or weariness Nature knows its cycles There is much to learn from that
It's good to know some things really do last Cranes mate forever Or until one or the other dies It is said that they sorrow when that happens Cranes mate forever Humans fail at that far too often For thousands of years, this has been a lesson taught When I look at our children, I hope they have They learned this and will carry this tradition To their next generation The way that it should be The way that it could be If only, humans were better at learning
(c) June 2, 2023 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“There is a price to pay for speaking the truth. There is a bigger price for living a lie.” – Cornel West, author and philosopher (b. 2 Jun 1953)
Though I disagree with many of the conclusions reached by Cornel West, there is much truth in this statement. The unfortunate part is that he has chosen to believe in one of the biggest lies, socialism. I suppose that it is as Gobbels stated, the biggest lies are those believed in the most by some.
“For a guy who preaches loyalty, Trump is shockingly disloyal to those who were most loyal to him.”– Piers Morgan
While I will hold my nose and vote for him should Trump win the Republican nomination, I have always pointed out how much I hate how this man acts. He keeps his word on pursuing agreeable policies but is extremely rude and disloyal to those around him. This fact cannot be avoided.
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
