“Man, once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind. With such persons, gullibility, which they call faith, takes the helm from the hand of reason and the mind becomes a wreck.” – Thomas Jefferson (1822)
So many things constantly change As we live our lives rearrange But some things stay the same That's how it's lighted with God's flame
God loves us with urgent insistency Stated with a solid state of consistency But he does want us to grow into change Conforming to Christ as we rearrange
Brought out of darkness into light A holy nation set apart in His sight No longer the same as our sinful nature We move toward focused as we mature
It is more a love thing than worship Far more than ritual, it is relationship It's an all-in transcending transformation That we increasingly gain in our confirmation
That God loves us in every single stage The work continues until perfection's page Growing up in Christ becoming a true believer No longer satisfied with the ways of the Deceiver
Put under in the moment of our immersion The sins are reversed in our conversion The point that comes as each is made We must leave our old selves in the shade
Leaving behind the last steps for new Putting off the old for a brand new you Each day started with quiet devotion Putting on the gifts of God in forward motion
You cannot follow Jesus by standing where you are You don't get to Bethlehem without following the star Grow out of your lair of comforted zone To become one fashioned by promises into God's own
His Holy Spirit moves forward as a spark of life It is His seal of joy and peace in midst of strife Transformed with ever increasing glory To become one as a part of His breathtaking story
Training in the ways of God as it is meant Nurturing spiritual habits is time well spent It will renew your soul and refresh your mind Leaving the past solidly where it belongs; behind
Seeking out His purpose and living out His plan Will create in each of us, a new woman or man Spending times in the Word being well read Will get us all to where God has always led
Christianity is a life best lived in community Motivating one another with its sanctity Acts of love and good works are our way Pressing on and toward in our every day
Gathered together in mutual accountability Striving together within God's family Intentional with increasing precision This then is the Godly decision
Trusting in God in our constant prayer Knowing that He is and will always be there We are chosen and given in our deliverance To come to Him in our constant resilience
(c) September 26, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Liberty cannot be preserved without a general knowledge among the people, who have a right, from the frame of their nature, to knowledge, as their great Creator, who does nothing in vain, has given them understandings, and a desire to know; but besides this, they have a right, an indisputable, unalienable, indefeasible, divine right to that most dreaded and envied kind of knowledge; I mean, of the characters and conduct of their rulers.” – John Adams, Dissertation on Canon and Feudal Law, 1765
“Where is the life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?” – T.S. Eliot, poet (26 Sep 1888-1965)
Listen to the world as you do But in the end to yourself be true Neither a borrower or lender be Because debt destroys harmony
Words of wisdom to follow far As true as truth is the northern star The plot is thicker when studied long Especially when madness is brewed strong
Misperceived as we are in our perception Always the trick of the tale lies in its deception Is it better to purposefully churn a sea of trouble Or will the doing so only make it double
Be careful in your every taken action Ensure you follow what will lead to satisfaction Heartache knows its path to consummation To sleep; to die; is the final contemplation
Whipped into the scorn of oppressive time When insolence leads itself into uneasy rhyme The wrongs of life take their deep toll And only each of us can be true to our own role
Possessing the way to freedom within our hand If only we might follow the path as planned There is more to dread than those things of death As we find end of weary life with our last breath
The path to freedom lies in the just before Each of us who dare just a little more Still fear seems to stop us all Too afraid to fly for fear that we will fall
(c) September 25, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism. …The one absolutely certain way of bringing this nation to ruin, of preventing all possibility of its continuing to be a nation at all, would be to permit it to become a tangle of squabbling nationalities.” – Theodore Roosevelt (Address to Knights of Columbus, Oct. 12, 1915)
Times like these are seasonable When life itself feels unreasonable What I had wanted to be for the better Somehow fell apart when together
Now it seems taking life day by day Alone with the feelings I threw away Is all that I have to look forward to In the mistakes I made in me and you
Word prompts bring back fatal memory In those things it seems I’ve done to me But still I know there will be a new tomorrow Even despite the pain and all the sorrow
It is good to know that words still flow Even though it is that I know what I know That the wrong done was mostly done by me I stand strong and beyond the edge of sympathy
All these things that it seems I threw away And wondering how I will make it through the day All the flawed cards I put into wrong-minded play I wish somehow I would find some words to say
That would take away all of what is my mistake Somehow do penance and heal the heartbreak I reflected on this as I completed the survey At the end of cardiac rehab I filled out today
Thinking how do I say to them, “yes, I am sad” Of course it is that I feel I have made someone mad No, it has so little to do with the cardiac rehab And more to do with self afflicted that I now have
Bleeding out emotionally as I know I have done wrong No longer sure of anything or that I even belong But doing my best to bravely be contritely strong In the full awareness of what I did as wrong
In short, I know that what I dreamed of as someday I have destroyed and thrown it all utterly away My tears say it’s not really all that funny, so, I am sad All of my good intentions gone wrong and hurting bad
Watching you from across the room, I want to smile But your hands on your hips let me know your denial What I could have done, what I should have done Doesn’t matter any more because we are as done…
…as this poem
(c) September 24, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“They are not to do anything they please to provide for the general welfare, but only to lay taxes for that purpose. To consider the latter phrase not as describing the purpose of the first, but as giving a distinct and independent power to do any act they please which may be good for the Union, would render all the preceding and subsequent enumerations of power completely useless. It would reduce the whole instrument to a single phrase, that of instituting a Congress with power to do whatever would be for the good of the United States; and as they would be the sole judges of the good or evil, it would be also a power to do whatever evil they please…Certainly no such universal power was meant to be given them. It was intended to lace them up straightly within the enumerated powers and those without which, as means, these powers could not be carried into effect.” – Thomas Jefferson, Opinion on a National Bank, 1791
“A lie doesn’t become truth, wrong doesn’t become right and evil doesn’t become good just because it’s accepted by a majority.” – Booker T. Washington (1856-1915)
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