“By faith Abraham, when God tested him, offered Isaac as a sacrifice. He who had embraced the promises was about to sacrifice his one and only son,” – Hebrews 11:17

“By faith Abraham, when God tested him, offered Isaac as a sacrifice. He who had embraced the promises was about to sacrifice his one and only son,” – Hebrews 11:17


The Best That I Can
by Michael Doyle
Even for a poet doing the best I can,
I wish I were, in some ways, a better man.
Sometimes, I can't write another line,
Though I wish I were her Valentine.
Hearts impede and sometimes implode,
Like a well-played violin that is over being bowed.
There's not a lot that I feel I have left to say.
It's just a bit of loneliness on Valentine's Day.
It's not like I'm looking for any sympathy,
But I feel like everyone has forgotten empathy.
I do what I do, always doing the best that I can
Who'd have thought a poet would be a lonely man?
I take another deep breath, feeling on a roll.
There's an emptiness that I feel down to my soul.
Watching other lovers express their true bliss,
I wonder to myself, looking around for my happiness.
The day was good and led to this moon-lit night,
I was thinking to myself about the last time I felt right.
It came just before you told me about the other men,
And now I feel certain I can do without you again.
It's not like I'm looking for any sympathy,
But I feel like everyone has forgotten empathy.
I do what I do, always doing the best that I can
Who'd have thought a poet would be a lonely man?
Playing my guitar, pretending to write a song.
But I've nothing to say that feels very strong.
All these words that used to fall into a rhyme,
I still wish I were somebody's loving Valentine.
There was a time you were on me like a shadow,
Now I find that you find it hard to say hello.
And at risk, I feel, I may be sounding shallow.
I'm always guessing at mysteries I'll never know.
It's not like I'm looking for any sympathy,
But I feel like everyone has forgotten empathy.
I do what I do, always doing the best that I can
Who'd have thought a poet would be a lonely man?
(c) February 14, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” – Rumi

“Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.” – Saint Augustine


Holding Onto the Truth
by Michael Doyle
Too much has been made of modern complexity,
While forgetting that truth rests on simplicity.
In this modern age, we circle the drain
As we swear, the easiest answers are in vain.
Truth tellers don't need to hide from society.
The truth doesn't depend on secularist popularity.
It depends on finding the answers that work well,
Even where we don't know every single detail.
There's a doomsday in the progressive orthodoxy.
It's the simple truth spoken without controversy.
The illiberal path is always covered in gloom.
There's a better path that doesn't lead to doom.
We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.
Shrill ideology is a half-truth hidden in a masquerade,
When the full truth is often there waiting in the shade.
We wonder why the full picture is hardly seen,
But comes down to the willfulness of being human beings.
We don't need the cultural despair of a coming tyranny.
What we need is the love of freedom and hopeful liberty.
There are only so many answers in scientific materialism.
It is as much a spiritual world meant to embrace optimism.
There's a doomsday in the progressive orthodoxy.
It's the simple truth spoken without controversy.
The illiberal path is always covered in gloom.
There's a better path that doesn't lead to doom.
We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.
The progressives naysay the demonic shreds of reality,
While speaking of artificial constructs of surreality.
They stand in the denial that mankind has a choice,
And instead believe that only the 'self' has a voice.
Be it transgenderism or other stabs at man's frailty,
We live in an age of the graceless state of humanity.
Whatever is accepted becomes the truth of which we're able
To shape and mold into the perversely acceptable.
There's a doomsday in the progressive orthodoxy.
It's the simple truth spoken without controversy.
The illiberal path is always covered in gloom.
There's a better path that doesn't lead to doom.
We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.
But there are those of us who stand by God's word.
We are the believers in the truth as it has occurred.
We will not relinquish the keys to our Father's kingdom,
For we have seen and known it for its power and wisdom.
False gods of the internet cannot destroy the inspiration,
That holds the power behind the founding of our nation.
A thousand sparks of meaningful light guide along the way
While rejuvenated in joyful waiting for the coming days.
We must raise our children to believe the beautiful,
That life can be lived for the good and wonderful.
Though popular culture might think it's far too late,
Great things come to those who have chosen to wait.
But there are those of us who stand by God's word.
We are the believers in the truth as it has occurred.
We will not relinquish the keys to our Father's kingdom,
For we have seen and known it for its power and wisdom.
(c) February 13, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

“If the citizens neglect their duty and place unprincipled men in office, the government will soon be corrupted . . . . If a republican government fails to secure public prosperity and happiness, it must be because the citizens neglect the Divine commands, and elect bad men to make and administer the laws.” – Noah Webster

“The vibrations on the air are the breath of God speaking to man’s soul. Music is the language of God. We musicians are as close to God as man can be. We hear his voice, we read his lips, we give birth to the children of God, who sing his praise. That’s what musicians are.” – Ludwig von Beethoven

“If by the mere force of numbers a majority should deprive a minority of any clearly written constitutional right, it might, in a moral point of view, justify revolution.”- Abraham Lincoln

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