“Freedom of speech is a principal pillar of a free government: When this support is taken away, the constitution of a free society is dissolved.”– Benjamin Franklin
There's something to give attention We're all living in the tension We are not here for entertainment But we are here for engagement
Filtered in God's holy perception Standing in worship, giving our reception It is not the how in which we express it But it is in how we do address it
It's a Sunday morning conversation Going on across the best of our nation Anchored on the Word of God in every way As we live through our day-to-day
Some of us carry labels in this game That must change and and not stay the same Changing our shame into God's good grace And through God's love that we embrace
We are living on this side of history Where the evidence is no longer a mystery When all proof has been clearly seen Blessed and content as living human beings
When you become too passive The fallacies we fall for might be massive Paying a price that is unaffordable If we do not hold ourselves accountable
In all that we do, God sees you and me What we do with this tells us who we'll be We cannot let our fallacies become legacy But through right intention, we create our history
Let's not sow blessings into corrupt soil But instead be known for the righteousness we toil Church life is meant to be Biblical community And by this to nurture our godly continuity
Let's serve with love to promote durability A conversation that supports capability Living prayer in each and every moment To bring blessings that ease every torment
This amen is meant to flow as we let it be Just as it should be and we know it could be Dreaming dreams of tremendous possibility In this we bring fruit to our godly legacy
“The present Constitution is the standard to which we are to cling. Under its banners, bona fide must we combat our political foes.” – Alexander Hamilton (1802)
“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” – Joseph Addison, writer (1672-1719)
In this roll of years Softly past the flowing tears I think on words sought To connect the dot-to-dot
The words in mind I seek and sometimes find That words are culture And culture is the we nurture
Slipped into this elasticity Is a solid sense of complexity That seals the bond As thoughts float over distant ponds
Symbolically displayed Words are thoughts played Learning sleep is the cousin of death I mumble this under my breath
Trying my best to refine What's difficult to define That without words to be thought There'd be no thoughts to be sought
Brought to the table that makes up me And if I did not think, I would not be Without culture there is not meaning What then lies behind a community's being?
I don't mean to placidly grumble But as theories start to crumble My quest for knowledge begins to thirst As I ask politely, "(W)hich came first"?
Just as suddenly, it's occurred In the beginning was the Word The Word was God, and was God Now, isn't that odd?
(c) April 30, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“So long as the people do not care to exercise their freedom, those who wish to tyrannize will do so; for tyrants are active and ardent, and will devote themselves in the name of any number of gods, religious and otherwise, to put shackles upon sleeping men.” – Voltaire (1694-1778)
“By liberty I mean the assurance that every man shall be protected in doing what he believes his duty against the influence of authority and majorities, custom and opinion.” – Lord Acton (1834-1902)
In the early morning mist We dream our dreams moonkyst it's a fantasy, some might say But it gets us through another day
Some dance the dance of twisted fae While the music plays; they sway As if it might bring back yesterday True or not, it's better this way
To believe in things for the best While heads lay on pillow to rest Believing can make it all come true When seen through the eyes of whimsical view
It doesn't hurt a soul to dream Or to play out life like it's a silver screen Moonkyst moments know their reverie Where memories become the last fantasy
And if this somehow brings a smile Isn't that, after all, worth the while To remember back to childhood days When reality mattered less than the games to play
(c) April 29, 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
