In this age where the hard Left seeks to divide, I know that I always want my daughters by my side. I read to them nightly while they were in the womb, And by my side, there will always be enough room.
Each of their smiles has indeed been my purpose, And anything they needed was my best service. But for my words, my fear and tears have gone unseen, Sacrificed as it's been for my two favorite human beings.
In my life, there is one most meaningful bond, It takes me near to Heaven and then somehow beyond. No one in life is more loved than my dear daughters, It's my true greatest pleasure to be their father.
I have never been one who sought after any hero worship, But I have always felt the need for a continued relationship. Of all things, that there must always be the being near, And my always seeking to listen more rather than just hear.
With the separation from their mother, they needed protection, Maybe a thousand-fold more than another stream of correction. I can't pretend that either has been less than my breath, Since day one, they'll be my inspirations until my death.
In my life, there is one most meaningful bond, It takes me near to Heaven and then somehow beyond. No one in life is more loved than my dear daughters, It's my true greatest pleasure to be their father.
Maybe Euripides is right there's nothing dearer to a father, As he begins growing older, than the love of his daughters. When I was younger, they softened my heart as only they can, And from them I have learned to be a gentler, better man.
As they've grown older, I have sought time with my teens, Trying my best to understand and help two future queens. There are things that they have gone through I can't know, But I've always done my level best to let my love show.
In my life, there is one most meaningful bond, It takes me near to Heaven and then somehow beyond. No one in life is more loved than my dear daughters, It's my true greatest pleasure to be their father.
Not a moment has this father's love ever in the least retreated, But not knowing how to be lady I taught them how to be treated. I hope that I have done well in providing a standard among men. This is my hope, and that they might yet visit now and then.
As time has gone on, there has been a need for course correction, I pray there will never come a time for any disconnection. The time we have left to spend must be spent in good quality. They are my loves and the heart of my treasured family.
In my life, there is one most meaningful bond, It takes me near to Heaven and then somehow beyond. No one in life is more loved than my dear daughters, It's my true greatest pleasure to be their father.
(c) February 2, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” – Anne Bradstreet
“The right to discuss freely and openly, by speech, by the pen, by the press, all political questions, and to examine the animadvert upon all political institutions is a right so clear and certain, so interwoven with our other liberties, so necessary, in fact, to their existence, that without it we must fall into despotism and anarchy” – William C. Bryant
God's creation is entrusted to humanity. At times, this has been to our vanity. Mistake after mistake has been made. This is not to say we should walk afraid.
The Nephilim walked with us side by side While evil ways became larger with our pride. Only Noah and his family incurred God's favor In the gut-wrenching times, no one could savor.
For nine hundred years, God had called us to repent, Until at last, God could not abide nor relent. Wickedness was found with very little exception, Until Noah was called carry the earth to redemption.
We are tethered to the intent of fulfilling God's ways. This is regardless of evil ruling in our days. Called by the Lord, Noah built the ark. It would allow mankind to sail through the dark.
In the hands of God, we surrender our souls, Letting loose our fated need for keeping control. Willingness to be a servant takes us quite far, As long as we allow God to be our North Star.
When the storms are over, we maintain integrity. It calls for us to be faithful to God's sovereignty. It is by living our lives in humbling submission That humanity finds its way to reach our redemption.
Baptism saves us from death symbolically from the grave, All that the Lord calls for is the power to save. Living in interesting times is a curse wrapped in a blessing, The time we live in constantly leaves us as if we are guessing.
It has become far too casual to lose human life. We live in troubled times filled with constant strife. A lot is going on that calls for the need for discerning. The messy life we're living calls for constant learning.
If we are to live right, it must be with vigilance. The life around us requires the truest due diligence. None of us views life from any point of perfection, But we can walk forward by discerning right connection.
We stay true to Christ, despite living on the outside, we are on the path of constantly learning in our stride. Behind the doing of the saying, ride or die. We do best by surrendering to God without questioning why.
(c) February 1, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that is in keeping with faith”. – Hebrews 11:7
Minnesota's finances are a web of revelation. It seems Somali fraud has found its location. Layers of ever-expanding fraud Sorted into questions asked amidst discovered odds.
Antifa and others act to spread the fear. Yet, why are there no children who should be there Nick Shirley came and began actively looking At the facts and the books that someone had been cooking.
Where are the children? Where do they study and play? Where are the blessed children? I heard someone ask one special day.
Children's daycare becomes a point of loss Where the Democratic Party has long been the boss. The Somali community is the bloc of power, And its daycare fraud is the scandal of this hour.
Covid's "Feeding the Future" was a financial fiasco In which fleecing the government was the goal. Sixty-one convictions are just the beginning, In the fraudulent web of Somalis openly sinning.
Where are the children? Where do they study and play? Where are the blessed children? I heard someone ask one special day.
Whistleblowers have revealed it all, But Governor Walz brushed it off to avoid his fall. Until the spark of germane truth gave revelation. The truth of the fraud will be known by the nation.
Welfare fraud has spiraled out of control. The immense stench has ruptured our souls. There is even fraud found in patient transportation. Why it has been allowed to grow defies explanation.
Where are the children? Where do they study and play? Where are the blessed children? I heard someone ask one special day.
It isn't just in Minnesota but every Blue State. We cannot accept this as America's fate. President Trump has set up an office to fight This disease of fraud; let's hope we get it right.
The Somali crisis is not by chance but by choice. It is up to the rest of us to raise our voices. The truth of the matter comes to accountability. To shift these patterns requires a moral vocabulary.
Where are the children? Where do they study and play? Where are the blessed children? I heard someone ask one special day.
Somali clans, the Muslim Brotherhood, and vast corruption Have brought America to the point of disruption. Open borders with unconditional welfare are the incentive. American law must act in concert to be preventative.
Free competition, science, and rights of property, Combine together for the good of Western vitality. The rule of lawyers over rule of law wounds propriety. The hard sins of Minnesota might return us to barbarity.
Where are the children? Where do they study and play? Where are the blessed children? I heard someone ask one special day.
(c) January 31, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.” – A.A. Mllne
It's time for a little Sunday good, Listening to a sermon as understood. It's about the faithfulness of God's love Shared with a hallelujah from above.
It's all about walking our faithfulness, Knowing the path of His wonderfulness. In return, all I offer is His praise. I sing of His glory to my end of days.
I stand on my feet, hands in the air, Stretched and reaching, letting go of care. It feels like I've become a walking prayer, And I feel His presence everywhere.
God meets us all where we are at. I live this like a natural fact. Whatever the weather outside, The Lord keeps me warm inside.
Let's stand with our hands toward the sky, Feeling His love in the sweet by and by. Every challenge is met with optimism, It has been this way since baptism.
I stand on my feet, hands in the air, Stretched and reaching, letting go of care. It feels like I've become a walking prayer, And I feel His presence everywhere.
With my eyes lifted ever higher, I reach out despite knowing my desire Lays in the Heaven as close as my heart. It's been there since the start.
Somewhere beneath this all too human mask, There are the questions we need to ask. By the unasked questions we become undone, Until we are redeemed by God's only Son.
I stand on my feet, hands in the air, Stretched and reaching, letting go of care. It feels like I've become a walking prayer, And I feel His presence everywhere.
(c) January 30, 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 