I awoke with my soul laid bare, And knowing how much God cares. Looking up at the source of all, I found it easy to recall
That the Lord is always present. In all of my known intent, My eyes are focused on His story, Feeling the power of His glory.
I begin every battle in life on my knees, Knowing who and why I serve as I please. My faith focuses my trust, As I turn to the Lord, as I continually must.
Every question is answered by His power, Rescued from all dilemmas of this hour. Our words fall short in our replies, As we see it all unfold before our eyes.
a hallelujah falls from my broken heart, Somehow stronger than at the start. As I praise the holiness I've come to know, I feel it deeper than my steady roll.
I shout to our kingdom's Heaven with my praise, Feeling it deeper than the length of my days. In the roar of the universe's abiding silence, The love of the Lord overcomes this world's violence.
And I find myself singing into the quietude, Putting on the faith of known gratitude. At the heart of my worship is the solace of love. My hands are outstretched to my King above.
(c) July 17, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The true foundation of republican government is the equal right of every citizen in his person and property and in their management.” – Thomas Jefferson to Samuel Kercheval, 1816. ME 15:36
Much of life is conjecture and theory. We take for granted what should be a query. Like whether it's more beautiful or wise To look into a sunrise or a lover's eyes.
We look at the wrong things for security. Always wanting life to consist of certainty. Thinking of these things as simple as purity, But being unable to see beyond life's obscurity.
This insecurity is a killer of what is beautiful. It makes it harder to live life for what is wonderful. This fear that plagues us makes us hate the unknown. It's hard to boldly push beyond what's been shown.
Human attraction is something we need returned, Life has taught us the fear that we have learned. The fear that sometimes love won't be returned Is often joined with the inability for it to be discerned.
We must learn to live the life of not knowing, Looking for the reasons behind whatever is showing. And to let go of those things that we cannot know That's how life is best lived in its simple roll.
(c) July 16, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“You have discovered, in your Childhood, a remarkable Modesty, Discretion, and Reserve; I hope these great and amiable Virtues will rather improve, in your riper Years. You are now I think, far advanced in your twelfth Year—a Time when the Understanding generally opens, and the Youth begin to look abroad into that World among whom they are to live.—To be good, and to do good, is all We have to do.” – John Adams to his daughter Abigail Adams, March 17, 1777
The questions of mortality Go far beyond morality When something makes you question why. Or how it is that we are born to die.
Avoiding the phone calls that wait, As these questions come down to fate. Who are we to feel this shade of fear That makes us question why we're here.
The world, it seems, breaks everyone. We are stronger after the damage is done. Mortal wounds come to us all impartially. The best of life comes at us fatally.
We bleed until we have the good sense to die. The end answers every question in its reply. Life lived is as precious as it ends Surrounded by no one, or by our loving friends.
All of us have better places to be. We step into tomorrow just to see. We ask ourselves questions over coffee. Wondering who we are and will be ultimately.
The world, it seems, breaks everyone. We are stronger after the damage is done. Mortal wounds come to us all impartially. The best of life comes at us fatally.
We struggle with what's left us bruised. Because it runs deep to be left confused. The things we think we thought that we knew Are as paradoxical as the past that we outgrew.
Stepping out for another cup of tea. In its reflected leaves, I see through me. Strange new worlds became my final frontier. But at the last drop, there was something still there.
The world, it seems, breaks everyone. We are stronger after the damage is done. Mortal wounds come to us all impartially. The best of life comes at us fatally.
(c) July 15, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
As a child looking for a telescope I saw no real limits, only new hope. I'd dream of the planets spinning, Each of them offering new beginnings.
There, in every new world to be found, Is something that makes my heart pound. It's the greatest adventure in human history, And it is profoundly laced with its mystery.
Don't talk to me about the impossible, But only about what we are truly capable. I want to meet the aliens of tomorrow, That teaches us of things beyond joy and sorrow.
That first contact that is just a dream, Something we envision on the silver screen, Until that day that we finally greet That new form of life that we'll finally meet.
The skies above are not our limitation. These are only the paces of our imagination. Willing to take us places we have yet to see, These are the places I'd yet to be.
The universe has grown smaller every day, With space exploration in its constant play. It's not so long ago that we put a man on the moon. The rumor has it that we'll reach Mars soon.
We climbed Everest because it was there. Now we approach space with the same lack of fear. Accepting no limits, but embracing new hope, We extend ourselves out beyond our telescope.
(c) July 14, 2025 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 