From that pristine sense of moment When we come out of the womb The clock starts ticking With all its joy and torment We become the life in the room Making things happen through our kicking
It is in building the intimacy That we find our true relevancy Otherwise, all we have is nothing Searching after that scrap of something That we hope might make things better Yet, here we are stuck in our stormy weather
We have to lead through honesty Not just mouthing the words of integrity But really feeling the feel Of the emotions that keep it all real Let's lead this life by our example Living the love of life, full and ample
When my numbered days are finally done I want my life to have been a full one Something that brings the smile of celebration Though the tears cried weren't exactly jubilation It all comes down to a matter of choice Let's lift up our glasses cheering in full voice
It's been the getting back up from falling down The too many questions I've always chased around That's taken me to the places, I would never be found Yet, landing with my two feet solidly on the ground It's the tale of the tricks that I once played That often leads me to my knees for all that I've prayed
Let's lift up those glasses high, savoring the toast To the dreams, dreamers, and people we've loved the most Grateful for what has brought us to our final day Thinking on all the moments, come and gone along the way It would be my best moment if in the last moment my lips say Here's to you and all your love that I have known along the way
(c) November 23, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Keep your face always toward the sunshine — and shadows will fall behind you.” – Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
For something a little different in this month edging up on that day of Thanksgiving and gratitude…is a poetic thought that used to be a prevailing sort of commonsense that a person should keep positive.
“Government is instituted to protect property of every sort; as well that which lies in the various rights of individuals, as that which the term particularly expresses. This being the end of government, that alone is a just government which impartially secures to every man whatever is his own.” – James Madison, Essay on Property, 1792
I guess that's the deal Letting Jesus take the wheel Like the wisdom of Solomon's seal It is what keeps it real
Going deep into the Scripture We find the things of God Surrendering in devotion to Scripture We recommit to the ways of God
Living compels from time to time Finding my truth by uneasy rhyme Learning to serve for significance Not allowing loss in wrong emphasis
Knowing that it is God in control On the path to living my best soul Don't let the words be an impediment But stay on the path of right sentiment
Not allowing the meandering of deviation To lose my footing, slipping into devastation Taking up that dimension that brings grace Undiminished but instead living by God's embrace
Sometimes, a man has to do the math Doing his best to stay on the narrow path Keeping mindful on all that I have prayed And putting aside the tricks Satan has played
I won't be distracted by life's overestimations Keeping my eyes set on my believed destination Pushing through what seems like tragic devastation I refuse to be a tool of my own worst elimination
I won't give into inclinations of insecurity But strive to grow strong in my drive for maturity I won't dwell on thoughts of personal inadequacy But take in the discernment that allows buoyancy
That each of us might find our best path of understanding However much the pressures of life feel overly demanding Let's look for things that are in need of reconsideration In this I know that I and we will find better decisions
(c) November 21, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The heartbeat behind the day to day is to find our way to Jesus along the way It's hard to lean into more enthusiasm Than to find anything but optimism
In a walk of faith, we are awestruck In how we move beyond being thunderstruck It can seem different with hands in surrender Passions expressed so warm and tender
Faith imprints every seed of our future It is all the good vibes we nurture But not going up into a nebulous nothing Instead, we surrender all to God's something
Faith is the trust that is tested In His love, we are peacefully rested Not in something old that is dusted But in His word in which we've trusted
Walking through the valley of brutality As life teaches us its divine theology Step-by-step, we walk along as we pray The deposits and withdrawals of everyday
There in the miracle of walking without falter Are the gentle, yet strong impressions from our Father Sometimes you have to give up to go up Drinking from the waters of life's winning cup
(c) November 20, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have removed their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the people that these liberties are the gift of God? That they are not to be violated but with his wrath? Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep forever.” – Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia, Query 18, 1781
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
