Somehow, I've split at my seams, But I'm still holding to my dreams. All my summers have met their end. Still, all in all, you're my forever friend.
Stated in its mighty declarative, Life best lived is lived by its narrative. The road goes on in its intensity. Sometimes all I have left is my propensity.
My propensity to get it right, Out under the spotlight, night after night. I pray to play just one more hour, Captivated as I am by music's power.
I don't feel old or full of sorrow. I will leave that for a bleaker tomorrow. I'll push on as long as I'm alive, Playing your favorites and all of my jive.
Bending my notes to the core of my soul, You know that I'm a believer in God and rock-n-roll. Bringing the last of my best to the stage, That's what I want said on my last turned page.
My propensity to get it right, Out under the spotlight, night after night. I pray to play just one more hour, Captivated as I am by music's power.
(c) September 16, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.”– Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld, Maxims
I hear God's children crying. Lord, hear your believers trying. We try hard to make sense of this all, As each of us responds to your call.
We know with all legitimacy That we must submit to godly authority. We give our best in the form of respect, Doing these things as needed without neglect.
God constituted government, church, and family. Each of these is to be lived out past the homily. The Bible was written in the times it was lived in. Its relevance burdens us, though we are forgiven.
Humbled in our lives by God's written revelation, Feeling hobbled by each role of government for the nation: For our protection and prosperity at its best. Yet, every moment of living is a continuing test.
Living life in the politics of most everything, We do our best with the talents that we bring. Some would love to avoid thinking about sin. But then, where and on what would our discussion begin?
The thoughts are easily enough incurred That we should live so that the Bible is inferred. Navigating through all the turbulence met In ways that God's teachings are what we don't forget.
Like fish in the fight to swim upstream, We follow God in our hearts as we continue to dream. Relying on faith from the start, The moments that we live are hard on our hearts.
Take heed and know in our shades of contemplation, What happens mostly happens toward our redemption. God's Word is there as our ready guide Through the hardest of times, so that we do not slide.
Somehow, we have lost our way from true humility, Conscious as we are of each other's dignity. Days pass in which we know we're lost in our ways. The people of faith live this tragedy, day after day.
Charlie Kirk was a courageous evangelistic voice. Politely allowing his opposition to make the choice Of wherever each conversation might transpire and go - Until a madman stopped this democratic flow.
Society has a world-class listening problem today, The give and take is broken in seemingly every way. Until we learn to love enough to give earnest debate, Our world is trapped in the shame that passes as hate.
Ultimately, God is the final authority. We are to honor this rightful legitimacy. We do not live in a world of ceaseless perfection. But if we listen to God, we'll find the right correction.
Born into a world of dark words and unceasing harshness, It can be hard to find light in all this darkness. Some moments are harder for the best of us than others. Yet still, we must walk with love for one another.
The foolishness in others is also found in our mirrors. Too often, our souls are ripped in two by our errors. Our brokenness becomes a resort to the blame game, When, after all, it is love that is our Father's name.
We must turn from our wickedness with humility, Allowing others their paths and esteemed dignity. We must be wiser in the handling of our disagreements, Whether it is with our neighbors or our governments.
(c) September 14, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong.” – Romans 13:1-3 NIV
The past indicates the probability, And the rest, as they say, is history. We learn these things with humility. The passing days become our legacy.
The mercantile types take life without any need. The wise take this into account and pay heed. It's bad luck to act with greed, But what does this mean to those who can't read?
Reading the words tattooed on the subway walls, They stand out more than the neon signs call. Warning us all that the facade will possibly crumble, If we allow ourselves to be led by those who stumble.
All the signs were there and grimly bearing down. The captain's bravado made him look like a clown. Leftist fools are bragging that they've paid the cost. But they are only half aware of all that they've lost.
There is no use in protesting feigned innocence, When the price paid comes from insolence. Mercantile companies were too used to ceding victory, And too lazy to hazard a thought of a reversal of history.
It's a blessing to have dreams come true, Whether it comes by land or on the ocean blue. The brash will not heed the wisest warning, Though often times, we find this leads to mourning.
(c) September 13, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry, would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” – John Adams (1798)
In a fullness of love, Given to us from God above. We are given our freedom As we live in His kingdom.
At the sound of His name, We are lifted from all shame. His Love removes the stain, And we are declared not guilty of blame.
We know just where we have been, Back in the days we lived in sin. We won't backslide to there again, Once was enough for where we've been.
Anchored by His holy song, We know we are loved and understood. We trust our love where we belong, Walking our faith where others have stood.
Side by side, we are accountable To do all righteousness we are capable. Love, then, is our true measure. What is done for the least is our treasure.
We know just where we have been, Back in the days we lived in sin. We won't backslide to there again, Once was enough for where we've been.
We know that some learned the hard way. Consider the self as Exhibit A. There were times we were scared to live. But in the God-shine, we've learned to give.
Hindsight will never really let us go, Not in plain sight of truth's flow. We have learned this in our repentance While letting go of our reluctance.
We know just where we have been, Back in the days we lived in sin. We won't backslide to there again, Once was enough for where we've been.
(c) September 12, 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 