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
“But effort and courage are not enough without purpose and direction. For, as Socrates told us, “If a man does not know to what port he is sailing, no wind is favorable.'” – John F. Kennedy
“I don’t know any other way to live but to wake up everyday armed with my convictions, not yielding them to the threat of danger and to the power and force of people who might despise me.” – Wole Soyinka
An angel looked at our pretense at good. Or the lack thereof, as it's understood. Finding God where I call my earthly home, In His presence, I find I'm never alone.
Blessings of good news are heard, No matter what's happened or occurred. Finding God, everywhere that we see, God is that good to you and me.
Waiting on God, as we wish on stars, Our faith travels well, no matter how far. Stewardship over what God has given, In our waiting time, we find that we're forgiven.
In our holiness and sanctification, We're still lost up in desiring instant gratification. Wanting what we want and wanting it right now, Still, we find ourselves waiting on the Lord somehow.
The waiting is nearly always the hardest part. But it's an opportunity for our growth from the start. Minding the gap as we wait for God's good time, There's a message that reaches the sublime.
Minding the gap that's taken us far, It's the season of the waiting stars. Faith shows up in what we know is true. It's an opportunity for me and you.
Standing firm against the tests of the enemy, We still wait, holding strong against the adversity. Moments in time mark our spiritual improvement. These are often quite a pain, but Heaven sets its moments.
These are meant to refocus on godly ways Back from the time of wasteful days. Faith keeps us going in the right direction, Accepting God's word in His noble correction.
Minding the gap brings us growing trust As we learn to overcome as we know we must. Faith brings us past every single question. These times must be accepted without hesitation.
God knows what's necessary for Heaven's glory. We live our best here in His upper story. The spiritual realm has no limitation, And it takes us beyond our feelings of lamentation.
Going through the jaded troubles in our growing, It's the miracles of faith learned by knowing That God works all things for His good. Things will turn out as needed; it's understood.
It's not the momentary that has truest relevance, It is instead what is of holy significance. Impatience is perhaps the worst form of rebellion. It turned Lucifer into a hellion.
Trusting in God and not in our own ability Is the reset needed to develop our capability. The trials of this life produce the perseverance needed. It is in the gaps that faith is fully seeded.
We stand the test of time, that when we wait And these minded gaps, God shapes our fates. It's there in the thread of our relationship That we meet face to face with the God we worship.
We need to focus on God every step of the way. It is God, not us, who is in control of our everyday. The Lord directs the steps that need to be taken. This is the surety, not to be mistaken.
Waiting for God in the gaps, we finally find it, In the stories of the Bible, we are regularly reminded, That the gaps of surrender of perceived control Are the times when God helps us grow our souls.
While we wait in the gap of courage, We are meant to faithfully encourage Others, minding ourselves and others in relationships. This is one part of fulfilling godly worship.
Taking on compassion as our posture, It is the path of faith and not imposture, Reminding each other to move beyond the feel, And navigate beyond what appears to be real.
Taking life to prayer our foremost relationship, We talk to God in our purest form of worship. God's plan has its own special power. We must remember this in the waiting gap's hour.
These are the moments of truest opportunity That, when rightly seen, brings their clarity. True to His word, he brings us to eternity, That means everything, in the humblest sincerity.
(c) July 13, 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 