Dive on in and get off the fence Live your potential, not your pretense Go ahead and carry the burden of the cross It's only for your gain and never your loss
Worshipping in all the iconic spaces We touch the truth God embraces Breathtaking as His presence draws near We lean in to follow Bethlehem's Star
Not side-stepping or trying to get around All the slipping situations that we've found We must push and reach to fully understand The holy engagements fully in their demands
Worship is the soul goal of our theology Deserved as it is by cause of His divinity Showing up in the better parts of everyday Anchored in His glory, in living moments, we pray
In Jesus's name, we issue a proclamation To follow up in full substantiation Rising against circumstances with righteous indignation The resolve needed needs no further explanation
We are resolved to worship in right attitude Filled with the life service of our gratitude Under all conditions, our light shines through Rising to our standards in all that we do
In every moment saying yes, never refusing To trace the heart of God and never losing The grace given continues to remain sufficient It revives our souls and is in no way deficient
For the future goodness of God, we remember our past Open-ended in perspective and allowing it to last In all ways knowing that all things are for redemption And keeping this in our moments of deep contemplation
Rising up in our faith, believing that our God is good Our perspective keeps us well this is it is understood Keeping out of faces but putting ourselves in others' shoes To keep this in mind, that they're paying their own dues
Witness what God is doing in the lives of these others Praying for the attention of the Lord's lessons for one another The goal is to understand our Lord better at all times Living this out even when reaching for our ending rhymes
(c) November 20, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have removed their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the people that these liberties are the gift of God? That they are not to be violated but with his wrath? Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep for ever.” – Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia, Query 18, 1781
“No government, any more than an individual, will long be respected without being truly respectable; nor be truly respectable, without possessing a certain portion of order and stability.” – James Madison, Federalist No. 62, 1788
“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.” – Rabindranath Tagore, philosopher, author, songwriter, painter, educator, composer, Nobel laureate (1861-1941)
Trapped within lies within lies A truth illuminates under artificial skies And the pain makes for the better man It’s a script a believer can understand
Meant, as it is, to make us believe Though written so carefully as to deceive The all, the everything, that is the construct It’s a mere illusion set to self-destruct
Every game has its own set of rules Learn them well to win or be fools The sooner we know this from the beginning The sooner we can beak them and begin winning
Let’s overtax the systems in their dexterity Overloading the paths of our own complexity Breaking a few eggs along the way Scrambled into the reflections based on yesterday
You thought you were clever in breaking my heart But I knew you would do it from the very start And the anguish that I feel leads to what is real This then is the truth that a broken life reveals
We bring ourselves in final construction The truth of ourselves is math of our mass destruction However improbable, this is the answer That feeds on our faith eating it as if a cancer
To be alive without ever really living Is it illusory or something beyond forgiving Frames per second are locked behind the vault That once found can only lead to revolt
(c) November 17, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It should be the highest ambition of every American to extend his views beyond himself, and to bear in mind that his conduct will not only affect himself, his country, and his immediate posterity; but that its influence may be co-extensive with the world, and stamp political happiness or misery on ages yet unborn.” – George Washington (1789)
Mouth breathers don't truly understand The logic, as it were, of supply and demand That produces things of artistic travesty Like the weight of the world bringing me to my knees
This is a complex world in its friending And not often enough that I get a happy ending But there it is, into the darkness descending All the fighting changes found in their pretending
Free will it seems, might be overrated The way so many give in as if duly fated To lead their lives in their redundancy Where rational actors trip up as in conspiracy
I and you, we end up where we should never be You and I, caught up in this hopeless travesty We each have our job to do, or so it seems Though we cross each other in our simple dreams
Woven with skills as we urge on to make up Disguised as it were as another fatal breakup Startled as we are, we walk off to quietly find That best of us is who we have yet left behind
(c) November 16, 2022 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
