Life is lived best in contemplation, All is aimed toward our redemption. Choices are made at least as we can To be our best woman or man.
We are not born in this world to conform, But instead, to earnestly transform. Working toward being godly and true, Steadily applying our minds as we do.
Though often loud in our opinionated community, We often miss the best of our spirituality. Almost all take God a little too casually. We all have a need to live life more humbly.
Loving our neighbors as ourselves, We walk the Bible right off the shelf. Embracing the Gospel in our maturity, Our lives are lived contentedly in our society.
We pay our debts, steeped in Godly love, Living each moment as if following the above. Our relationships are a debt lived to be paid, Loving each other if our lives are not mislaid.
Salvation moments fill our living hearts, When we take on Christ and Satan departs. Incredible as that is, we see God's love for all people, Not just our friends living protected by the steeple.
We are His ambassadors in our living life, Bringing hope, joy, and peace to replace strife. The thumbprint of Heaven is on our souls, To be the steady rock, not the moss that rolls.
To love is the fulfillment of God's holy law. This is the standard we must keep and recall. As Christ has perfected our open brokenness, We are to live our love with outspokenness.
Unable to be paid back, we must move toward. We wear our love to pay it ever forward. Living God's ways are a matter of relationship. Especially, if we are living the right worship.
The love of Christ turns this world upside down, Bringing love for others as the victory crown. We must treat others as Christ has loved us, Doing our best to love all others, because...
The Lord has given us this grace, Tender toward our transgressions with an open embrace. We must love our neighbors as a priority, Over ourselves is and will be our living legacy.
Surrounded by the wounded, we must care, While loving others with our souls laid bare. All that we do is a living reflection Of echoing love and not living as a correction.
Like a Samaritan, having much mercy, We are to live life with loving empathy. Applying God's ways to our every day. This then is how we live God's way.
Leafing through the Bible, page after page, We find Christ's gift is not death's wage. Along the road that we will surely travel, We are to love each person deeply as we are able.
We are to see each encounter with blessed empathy, We are sometimes living challenged with sympathy. We know, beyond knowing, that life is to live, And we are here to give the fullness we can give.
(c) September 21, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
I found myself recently taking a pause, Reliving the music that brought applause. You see, in the daze of my youth, Led Zeppelin and the like were my truth.
Whatever it was, the critics said, They seemed a bit lost, coming across a bit dead. Led Zeppelin One was where it had begun, This straight-laced boy was rapidly undone.
As they cross-faded into eternity, Their blend of music rewrote my history. Selling not just a song but the skill To produce stupendous sounds at will.
The good and bad times of their sound Found the time of Rock come around To something spread across the sequence Of being an album by pre-selected preference.
To me, there was no such communication breakdown. It's a serious business, not to be a musical clown. When the body and soul connection are chased around, It becomes a thundering wall of distorted sound.
I witnessed an outrageous boogie across each stage, As I watched the interplay between Plant and Page. Though witnessed in various stages of their inebriation, The band and their fans joined hands in celebration.
Here was a band playing essentially for themselves, With no need to please critics or anyone else. The music played out as if it were perhaps the master, While the dance floor spun just a little faster.
Breaking down the doors as on wildfire, Even the Wolfman howled this gospel's desire. Across the world, Rock's fame brought fascination, While the arenas were filled with anticipation.
Smelling the flickers of obvious flame, While the fans rose in passion to raging new fame. Dazed and confused across the land, It became a time when everyone got the band.
Rock god fire was easy to see in the eyes, As the boys in the band began to improvise. There was as much music in the occasional pause As the notes blazed, echoing off the walls.
As fast as lightning and caught up in the groove, The atmosphere was legendary as the band began to move. Rapid-fire lines shared with a violin's vibrato, This breath of fame simply started to flow.
(c) September 20, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The latent causes of faction are thus sown in the nature of man, and we see them everywhere brought into…the different circumstances of civil society.”– James Madison (1787)
“The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.” – Chief Seattle
Sometimes there is thunder in a perfect mind. There in that place we have left behind. We wonder why it is that we all can't walk away. We're still mesmerized by the songs they used to play.
Every note listened to seemed to fall into place, Perfect as they were when in their cosmic embrace. Rested heads know the paths of our inner dreams, As if played out between the silence and chaos of the screams.
There were no complaints about the roar. A touch of rock met a gin and tonic pour. Somehow, the people came together as if they knew. The roots had grown when Rock went to school.
Riff after riff added up to a song, In that place, trains rolled all night long. A singular voice pierced the night in extended range, And what came together was heavenly framed.
There was something there beyond the next level, Where Mr. Bones outdanced the best of the Devil. The magic filled the evening's misty air With the bass drum stomp and rattled snare.
There were no complaints about the roar. A touch of rock met a gin and tonic pour. Somehow, the people came together as if they knew. The roots had grown when Rock went to school.
So it came with an intro to the band. The music was the master, taking its command. Treated to the magic that we knew, We knew it would be Rock's tale coming true.
This was the way they wanted to live, As they gave all they had to freely give. Bleeding every note into 12-bar Rock'n'Roll. The sound bled from every pore of their souls.
There were no complaints about the roar. A touch of rock met a gin and tonic pour. Somehow, the people came together as if they knew. The roots had grown when Rock went to school.
There in those days, they played the truth. The boys in the band outgrew their youth. The sounds vibrated like a welcome friend That would never come to a natural end.
The kings had come to take their thrones, Playing twice as hard as the Rolling Stones. All the musical colors came to flow together, As the once Yardbirds became next level better.
(c) September 19, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Truth never envelops itself in mystery, and the mystery in which it is at any time enveloped is the work of its antagonist, and never of itself.” – Thomas Paine
Running after the goodness of life, I seek peace away from strife. I turned the faith that I follow, Keeping His ways everywhere I go.
Sip after sip of living water, I have decided to follow our Father. Seeking as I do, the one true story. That's to instill the Father's glory.
Step after step, He removes my shame, As I am moved to heal by His name. Day after day, evoking His praise, I bow down throughout my days.
My sins were taken on that cross. He took it from me at His cost. I will never know the penalty's cost, But I am thankful for no longer being lost.
By the blood of Christ, I'm sanctified With all He took as He sacrificed. Lifting the world's tragic harshness, His sanctified light saves me from darkness.
Step after step, He removes my shame, As I am moved to heal by His name. Day after day, evoking His praise, I bow down throughout my days.
(c) September 18, 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 