Our hearts hold feelings deeper than oceans It's up to us to manage our own emotions The heart of the matter is that hearts matter Yet, we must do this or our lives might shatter
Feelings are so very hard to stuff and hide The chances are that we never keep these inside Making life harder; feelings are hard to explain As is assessing our feelings that often bring us pain
Expressions vaguely cover attempts at articulation In these exaggerations used in our explanations In the midst of living the calling we have received We strive to never live lives of the deceived
Being humble and gentle with each other in love We make efforts for spiritual peace given from above Doing our best to live in unity and in harmony Putting aside reasons for division in God's family
Leaning into our everyday best in our representation Instead of being fully into drama, let's live inspiration Drama arises by choices of acceptance and invitation The dysfunction lived instead of our rebuking disinclination
Unnecessary drama leaks in to create too much strife When what we need is to be disciplined in our life Let out hearts not be hardened in our insensitivity Having been lured in by our greed for sensuality
We need to put off our old selves and ways of desire Walking in God's ways as we know that we must aspire Never stumbling into giving the Devil a foothold And never abusing our hearts; instead doing as God has told
The majority of our worst lived torrid emotions Requires that we must first act and put these into motion Feelings can cause our impure, ravenous actions to flow Acting despite the truth of Jesus that we intimately know
But then, suppressed emotions are problematic at best We just address these ourselves to pass life's test Taking the greatest care to work on ourselves first And to be healthy instead of giving in to the world's thirst
Put off airs of falsity and always speak the truth But do this as told, with forethought as since youth Remembering loaded statements are never as these seem And careful for discarded feelings textured in their seams
People look for their escape and rarely for real remedy Trying to push off from life's intense complexity Wherever it is that you go, seemingly there you are While emotional atrophy leaves its collective scars
It's better to sit on wicked emotions than to express Those sinful things you wish you could quietly repress In moments of weakness, we strive to be most impressive These are the moments we need to curb being compulsive
Knowing that we can do many things while deciding not Getting past the can to deciding the essence of the what We are defined by in the what of the what that we best do And keeping the Lord's admonitions in our mind's view
Keeping our true to our good person even in our worst days Not going wrongly into darkness but keeping the Lord's ways Keeping in mind that we are best off to keep in the process That our Godly ways may yet grow to fullness as we progress
Keeping the ways of the spirit and striving after our peace Distinguishing what to wait on and then what to redress How we act in our days exposes our truest bits of theology Let us be reinvented and redirected in God's family
There is a balance in the peace of not being heartless But in sharing what is on our hearts maybe a little less It is important to see walking in, opening your eyes Remaining authentic yet not transparent is yet wise
Do not neglect and nor decide to emptily project Instead think on the best choices and then quietly select How to respond without giving Satan any sort of foothold Because these will grown into the Devil's stranglehold
Let's guard our hearts into taking the best, right actions That in living as we do we might find our best traction To share communion in the warmth of God's shared love This then is our salvation, let ours be the ways of God above
(c) February 6, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The emotionally intelligent person is skilled in four areas; identifying emotions, using emotions, understanding emotions, and regulating emotions.” – John Mayer
“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.” – 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 (NIV)
Start then as it were with a name What we will call out as information Then like chess parts to the game We provide definition in affirmation
What does this take in its inflection To voice what it is that we can see However fuzzy in its faint reflection Of an image of an object made reality
From this is gained knowledge on the way To the peak of wisdom we hope to attain It is the divine geometry needy in our day If it is a glimpse at truth we wish to gain
Think before you enter into the tyrant's door Would it make freemen into slaves once more What then is the consequences summed in price To join conspiracy as if it were chosen voice
Locked like a bird inside its gilded cage Taken in by a deception that can only deform With the signed name of dignity on a page Coal, under great pressure, becomes diamond conformed
It comes as a price to a man's reputation These blemishes of truth better known as lies Forced hands are hard to show in winter's disputation Power corrupts absolutely and without surprise
Only the law can be a just ruler of any nation The rule of law tempered by mercy in explanation Peace, prosperity, and justice under a constitution That is the spirit of America's republic in explanation
Fifty five men crafted together in shrouded convention A new nation as proof of Plato's republican invention Given that generation after generation in justice to achieve If only if we stick by what it is we've chosen to believe
(c) February 5, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“By dividing the voters through the political party system, we can get them to expend their energies in fighting over questions of no importance. Thus by discreet action we can secure for ourselves what has been so well planned and so successfully accomplished.” – Sir Denison Miller (1860-1923)
“More permanent and genuine happiness is to be found in the sequestered walks of connubial life than in the giddy rounds of promiscuous pleasure.” – George Washington, letter to the Marquis de la Rourie, 1786
“You know, I have a couple of pretty simple rules in life. Don’t ever compare anything to slavery, don’t ever compare anything to the Holocaust, and if you’re a man, don’t compare anything to pregnancy. That’s rule number one. Rule number two: If you’re going to apologize, then just apologize. Don’t explain it. Don’t try to mitigate it. Apologize and ask for forgiveness. And number three: As a culture, we have got to do a better job of figuring out who is just famous and who actually knows what he or she is talking about, ’cause sometimes we confuse the two.” – Trey Gowdy
“Will the abandonment of your most sacred rights tend to the security of your liberty? Liberty, the greatest of all earthly blessings — give us that precious jewel, and you may take every things else!” – Patrick Henry (1788)
To see the world through new eyes It might help me to again realize The splendors too often taken for granted By those of us whose views are slanted
Lights like stars seem to abound As life loses its sense of mystery found And the wonders turn into just a city The luster fades; isn't that a pity?
Playing favorites as we quietly walk Seeing the world through your eyes as we talk Life's tranquility is finally understood As I hold your hand, somehow touching the good
To see the world again so clearly Finding the world's beauty and holding it dearly It's not that you shape an unreal fantasy It's that your eyes open up new possibility
Too many people forget their dreams As life pushes pass its tattered seams Have too many lost the courage to believe As the tragic becomes all they can conceive
The strangeness of moonlight becomes harshness In eyes accustomed to too much darkness Is it perhaps the dark of our own souls When our worst fears loom up outside of control
Stardust scatters across this world's ground As if too soon yet to again be found Brought back to earth by a faltered question The questions embraced without hesitation
Promises to yet see this dream once again If only through the eyes of child and friend Skeleton hands play the keys of fallen time Staring off as if in search of some lost rhyme
My heart rests floating across a rippled pond Searching your remembered eyes for my once upon When Life seemed magical like a lyrical fairy tale And there was one more coin to toss into this wishing well
(c) February 3, 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
