“I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.” -Max Frisch, architect, playwright, and novelist (15 May 1911-1991)

“I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.” -Max Frisch, architect, playwright, and novelist (15 May 1911-1991)

Standing Against Gender Identity Ideology
by Michael Doyle
I.
Warnings from the church
Right the bell of gender
An articulated reality
Or a decision capriciously made
Are women to have rights
Or does post-modernist Marxism
Erase these differences based on secrecy
Propelled into an intercultural revolution
Fracture of family and identity
Questions the basis of who we are
In disassociation with male and female
Technology allows a sense of malleable identity
Gender dysphoria has run rampant
But our bodies are not simply a screen
With random projections, but, is a compass
To be read correctly as a gift from God
II.
Post-structuralism steps into the discursive
A man cannot step into a woman's space
It is not just a construct but a truth
Now humanity struggles with its articulation
The genesis of gender takes into account
Concepts in development only confuse the confused
Its entrenchment is anti-realist
These constructs - male and female - are the truth
These are not some facades trying to be imposed
But the way that God and nature has intended
Something that has been done with the rightest intention
And not to be defeated by befuddled contentions
We must not allow this uprooting
Of millions of years of creation's meaning
Genesis speaks the truth of who we are
More importantly, it speaks of our purpose
This body of each of us is a holy sacrament
What language is and does defines our freedom
Are we alienate in a splendid isolation?
Or do we belong and find our rightful purpose?
III.
Life in its performance is not an art
We are not our own source of creation
Gingerbread unicorns belong only in fiction
These are not true categories but illusion
Life is not a game of sex or gender
Academia's imagination is gnostic essentialism
Based on modern myths of gender identity
Unrealized in their potential for subversion
Women came such a long way to not fall back
Humanity is not a society of contradictions
Self-definition makes legal protections meaningless
The system becomes gameable in this open con
Digging with suspicion closes the heart
The mind shortly follows down the wrong paths
Best of minds chase this around to truth again
Like a Christmas address bearing gifts of deep thinking
Gender ideology fundamentally shifts reality
Destroying the vulnerable in their diverse casting
At war with themselves, they do not find unity
In doing this, they tear their worlds apart
IV.
The gnostic temptation is harmful to all
It is the hydra of heresy once again reborn
The impulse to wish away the physical world
Fixes nothing in this problematic world
Human beings are flesh, and thus, physical
But also in natural form of the spiritual
There is no escape into trans-humanism
Chameleon in texture but a chameleon all the same
Culture can distinguish but cannot separate
Fracturing the law protects absolutely no one
Sex over gender choices must be the defining line
Historical moments do not override the true story
Pragmaticism has its place in temporal utility
The digital age has bred this and other ideologies
Where a disembodied world seems somehow more real
The blurring of lines has become dehumanizing
Inter-sex diversion is exception, not a political football
Even as a sex theology, these differences are within a sex
These conditions do not blur each sex's distinct differences
But are concerns to be addressed to individuals
We humans, made in God's image, are first called to holiness
In our journey, we become God's will fully expressed
Still immersed as we are in the fullness of functionality
We must insist on keeping defined within reality
(c) May 14, 2022 Michael Doyle
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Among the First Casualties
by Michael Doyle
Among the first casualties of war
Is the promise that love will live on
And if something goes wrong, lovers will love more
The white heat of passion burns until it's gone
A touch, a line, a singular trace
A lingering memory wished to embrace
Nuzzled in the comfort of memory
Until there is no more love left to be
But that was borne in heart and in mind
Reflections of hope that are left behind
Though a wounded heart cannot forget
And that is perhaps the worst regret
Lovers pretend that all will be okay
Though the void lingers to judgment day
How could the promises be forgotten
And something so pure, discarded becoming rotten
Then from that day that love disappears
At least on the surface and repeated in fears
A mustache won't hide these kinds of scars
That leave broken hearts fallen with the stars
(c) May 14, 2022 Michael Doyle
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“Man, once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind. With such persons, gullibility, which they call faith, takes the helm from the hand of reason and the mind becomes a wreck.”– Thomas Jefferson (1822

“It is impossible for ideas to compete in the marketplace if no forum for their presentation is provided or available.” – Thomas Mann (1875-1955)

A Morning’s Meditation
by Michael Doyle
As in the beginning it is now
As it will ever be yet somehow
Though dead in sense from sin
If Christ is in us, we are born again
Through the spirit living in each
We are risen again as we teach
Blessed then in our redemption
Worthy as such in our contemplation
In a sacred sign of our salvation
We become one in some explanation
The prophets give in passing ages
Along with the wisdom of the sages
Abraham’s oath lives on without fear
But in hope that we may persevere
We stand firm in our upright holiness
Through the bottomless mercy of bliss
Taken from darkness into the light
We live as instruments of what is right
Bringing hope even from despair
And covering hate with love everywhere
As consolers from this world’s grief
We love with compassion and relief
For it is in giving that we receive
As we walk in the light and do not deceive
We meet all in our path at point of need
Doing our best as the scriptures read
Starting the day in prayer and meditation
Is the way of the Lord in its contemplation
(c) May 12, 2022 Michael Doyle
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“One day work is hard, and another day it is easy; but if I had waited for inspiration I am afraid I should have done nothing. The miner does not sit at the top of the shaft waiting for the coal to come bubbling up to the surface. One must go deep down, and work out every vein carefully.” – Arthur Sullivan, composer (13 May 1842-1900

El Shaddai
by Michael Doyle
He is my refuge of my safety
In how I put my trust in thee
Keeping my peace and trust
In He who is always just
El Shaddai quietly advances
In all of life’s circumstances
All of the world makes us tired
But His love makes us inspired
To have the strength that we need
In your Holy words that we read
As it is from the heavens above
We walk your walk in sacred love
Standing tall like our fortress
You are the Lord of the wilderness
(c) May 4, 2022 Michael Doyle
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“[Judges’] minds should not be distracted with jarring interests; they should not be dependent upon any man, or body of men.” – John Adams (1776)

Turning to violence and threats to impose the will of some over a majority of others is not the path of our republic. This is indeed mob rule and strongly opposed by the Founders of our nation.
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