“If we move in mass, be it ever so circuitously, we shall attain our object; but if we break into squads, everyone pursuing the path he thinks most direct, we become an easy conquest to those who can now barely hold us in check.” – Thomas Jefferson (1811)
There are two kinds of believers Those committed to the Bible and deceivers Some are guided by the Holy Spirit to aspire And then there are the carnally minded led by desire
There are two types of ways to walk Regardless of what the street might talk It is a choice between trust and obedience Or the wanton ways of childish disobedience
It's choice of service to God or self, entangled And equally so their lives are badly mangled Are we of God or of that carnal, opposing culture To what measure will each of these will we nurture
Clinging to the truth, and the truth then applied By steadfastness Christ's ways have lived or died Living by the Word as it is carefully read To be meditated on daily as if it is our daily bread
Study these words with serious intent Believed whole-heartedly as it is Heaven sent To be obeyed completely by personal observation So that it might be shared in confident celebration
This life changing path renews life again It is impossible to follow while living in sin Otherwise the worldly culture guides our attention With cultural inferences gaining influence and retention
Gradually winning over our most heartfelt affection Putting our focus in a worldly direction To the point that the world dominates conversation Influencing our customs and dress without just compensation
A godly life is and can be seen in the light of our eyes Where love, peace, and joy are clear and easy to recognize It is in these things that we shine our very best And what distinguishes a true believer from the rest
(c) November 13, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” -Claude Monet, painter (1840-1926)
None of this matters Because none of this is real Cloaked in our tatters It's just another day in Hell
God's given insight Into the battles we must fight Scattered in the ashes of the night We somehow hold onto the light
The waters run red with blood With our souls mired in the mud The blood bruises of yesterday Are less cruel than the words some say
It's a different sense of understanding When we take a stand against those demanding More than anyone reasonable and good With six degrees separated more than they should
It's an artistic travesty Spiraled out across life's tapestry Of what passed in life unguarded We find pleas for mercy disregarded
(c) November 12, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The true key for the construction of everything doubtful in a law is the intention of the law-makers. This is most safely gathered from the words, but may be sought also in extraneous circumstances provided they do not contradict the express words of the law.” – Thomas Jefferson (1808)
Sometimes it seems I've lost all my dreams At the rough edges And window ledges
Are all I'm hanging onto It's been so long since I've held you Stuck working the night shift In a world full of grift
The system works its cut Against the survivors of the glut It's a world of interesting company Walk on players run the infirmary
Jacked into the system's brutality Played out without any subtlety We're all tied up in a massacred brand It's propriety, you have to understand
All in all, it's a rhetorical mess To which it seems we quietly confess The system as played, when put to test Is, as it seems, no better than the rest
(c) November 11, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It is on great occasions only, and after time has been given for cool and deliberate reflection, that the real voice of the people can be known.” – George Washington (1796)
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