Taking a deep breath with community A moment to bring this to reality Every day lived in our true measure Living dignified even under pressure
Crossing the valley of well-renown despair Approaching Gethsemane, the place of where Beauty and brokenness are joined together Taking the tired, the worse, and making it better
Those in prayer find others sleeping In want of favor, God was left weeping Delivered into sinners' hands, it's come For this fearless moment in the Kingdom
Waking up to a disorientated reality That comes on strong as if in viability There are traitors that we must recognize Even as we look them straight in the eyes
Jesus surrenders to those whom He is given Even Judas was loved and and to be forgiven Malicious agendas are simply cast aside An act of holy grace despite the wrongness of pride
We drink the cup that God has given us Living up to these standards just because This is the way of living in our purity We stand the test of time for His deity
Jesus is fully God and He is fully man Able to save us and understand us as He can Jesus came as sacrifice to reconcile humanity Bring us believers to our sense of community
Walking face-to-face right up to corruption In God's plan, this was no disruption Victory was there deep inside His eyes Declaring Himself, "I Am", as He defies
The wrongs of the world righted as our friend As His deity transformed as more than a trend God loves us no matter how it is that we dress These are not the matters He is here to address
Lived a life in full knowledge of His destiny This is the way and meaning of His sacred journey As must be moved to act as catalyst for the good Even when knowing, where he was going was understood
Somewhere beyond a deceptive world of feeling Is the way of knowing and giving loving healing These are the times for being an example The differences made will be payment and ample
Fighting not with fists but with prayer Peeling back the onion of life, layer by layer Trust falling into the ways of true faith Walking from the wicked ways and knowing we are safe
Fighting the good fight of pure belief That transcends into peace beyond all grief All of the best fights begin on the knees Recognizing sin for what it is - disease
Lifting our voices up in humbled cry With the drive or need to question why This then we should do in our every day So it is and so be it in our every way
(c) May 22, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.”
“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” -Arthur Conan Doyle, physician and writer (22 May 1859-1930)
“The inclusion of transgender people into female sport cannot be balanced with fairness due to the retained differences in strength, stamina and physique that are present when comparing the average female with the average transgender female/non-binary person who was assigned male at birth (whether with or without the involvement of testosterone suppression). … For the sport of swimming, the inclusion of transgender people on the grounds of fairness cannot co-exist in the current competitive model. Swimming should choose to offer competition in which the female category is protected for reasons of competitive fairness.” – World Swimming Coaches Association
“Without Freedom of Thought there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such Thing as Public Liberty, without Freedom of Speech.” – Benjamin Franklin (1722)
Caught In the Fracture of Distraction by Michael Doyle
The present generation's grab for screens Is like a plague sucking life and it demeans By going to extremes to get enough attention The attention seekers lose right intention
This constant indiscretion shapes our fate If we do not turn back, it will soon be too late There is an insurgency in these attention wars With so few realizing they appear as bores
Bleak reminders of a generation lost in place Forgetting the worthiness of what to embrace Insurgents know attention is a tool of control This incessant madness is a destroyer of souls
Un-owed debts are paid in intimate currency There are no fair trades in the attention economy These hijackers of social media force our experience To be a shared moment not to be lost to deference
But to be examined in detailed, sweeping observation Made in a zero-sum calculation of more devastation The maelstrom swirls in an overload of every moment That invades, intruding the collective mind to torment
The idea of choice has become little more than absurdity As the age of infinite scroll takes its toll in complexity A second layer of passing night hides in the starlight Twinkled mindfulness almost blinding to those of pure sight
The triptych model of the psyche has moved past connection Into a lived mantra of misguidance and blind misdirection Twitch-clicking on the so-called headlines of our days Until like frogs in boiling water, our focus only strays
We suck on the Now-or-Later of distraction to absorb taste Only to wake up the morning after knowing the life we waste It is in this constant drive for more that we find anxiety As life robbers forced on us when what we need is simplicity
We need to slow down long enough to search for the starlight And when we find it to focus on its guidance to get it right Too much of what has happened in life are things not meant But not paying attention to the lessons that the universe has sent
(c) May 20, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The jealousy of a free people ought to be constantly awake; since history and experience prove that foreign influence is one of the most baneful foes of Republican Government.” – George Washington (1796
It is hard to be ecstatic About a man who acts erratic Nor is there a thrill in Bernie's weekend That gives anyone a reason to pretend
That we have any reason left to be reverent About just choosing something different That doesn't and hasn't worked as a solution It seems still disrespectful of the situation
Either way you look, we stand corrected No longer willing to be directed To where truth is stranger than fiction And things are far worse than their depiction
This may be the first time in history When the best choices made seem a mystery We no longer need any sort of conspiracy As we piss away our republic for democracy
There is too much going on day-to-day To the point what we can't believe what they say The outcomes have become quite craven And the prospects range from grim to graven
All that is left is to laugh at it anyway While quietly praying that we'll see better days Even the comedians feel it's down to the wire While the world around us looks really dire
This is the truth that we all must face There is not longer anywhere that is a safe place We've stirred up this recipe for disaster But when do we work out what it is that we're after?
(c) May 19, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“When we assumed the Soldier, we did not lay aside the Citizen; and we shall most sincerely rejoice with you in the happy hour when the establishment of American Liberty, upon the most firm and solid foundations shall enable us to return to our Private Stations in the bosom of a free, peacefully and happy Country.” – George Washington (1775)
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
