“But as the plan of the convention aims only at a partial union or consolidation, the State governments would clearly retain all the rights of sovereignty which they before had, and which were not, by that act, EXCLUSIVELY delegated to the United States.” – Alexander Hamilton, Federalist No. 32 (January 3, 1788)
Based in part on 2 Cor 5:17-21 :
Reconciled In My Forgiveness by Michael Doyle Stepping off the heavenly throne For the sake of humanity's own We are bought and covered in our sin Thankful that we are saved again Loved though we did not deserve Held by the holy that we might serve To be convicted in the words we hear Praiseworthy in our love with no fear In the depths of the shadows of our soul We accept the comfort that does console That though we are indeed bound for glory We know we must do our part for His story In perfect submission we find in your name Our way out of sin and dishonor out of shame Thankful that from my chains you set me free Setting me apart to learn how to live wholly holy The old me has passed away to become reconciled From those things were embraced and defiled No longer having my trespasses counted against me But having been forgiven for all the error in enmity Confirmed as Christian in the realness of identity As brother to all as part of God's good family Having come to terms with who I really must be Presenting myself as I am in all my reality Not a refugee from the things that I did wrong But as one who knows where I know I belong Rock solid in who I am as a man who does his best Having long since past that important test Believing what the Lord does say about me Soul in keeping as one assured of my family In a society of style over substance, running deeper So that I have become new as the stars' keeper The reasons for my living changed to a new creation Looking for something deeper than mere sensation I walk my path side by side in all of God's ways Come alive from the cross for the rest of my days With God, I am reconciled in our relationship Knowing my part is found in my holy worship There in the message of hope given up to me Though dead once, the debt is paid for my dignity Cleansed from the very worse of who I have been I know that i have worn the tainted sinner's skin Unable to fix the horrid things that I have done Knowing I owe all of this to God's only son Through the grace of God I have received this gift Bridging the gap of unworthiness across the rift That I could never hope through myself to redeem The lamb of God has made my soul become clean Though once a creature of darkness, I am made right Having been led through the goodness to the light I willingly play a vital role as an ambassador for Him Feeling this deeply in my soul as more than a whim The purpose of my life is to help others come alive To reach for that that more than to just survive God's mouthpiece of hope found in our Savior To live a better life by changing our behavior Showing through the Father's light, God's glory Representing Him through actions and His story Embracing the hurt and filling the world with love Doing our best to show the path of heaven above (c) May 17, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The Roaring Twenties were a fascinating time. Among the lessons to be learned was that a woman could do and be more than they had been allowed until then, vice and other personal choices could not be controlled and that gangster could become folk heroes.
Lessons From the Roaring Twenties by Michael Doyle Life can be short in its measure The impetus behind being given to pleasure Women came into the Twenties roaring Libertine and dynamically soul soaring Wondering a bit why it's called history As though only men have known the glory Women have always been right there all along Though sometimes shunted to the shadows grown long Barrier breakers leaping headlong into action Determinately all they could be to their satisfaction Wars such as World War I have a habit of changing life That greatly exceeds that horrific strife The Four Swallows had come to their roost In between giving J.B. Corn his unholy boost Necessity has always bred its invention Some of these defying society's stern convention There's a time travel to the business of history As each strand connects to the edges of mystery Taking life in small sips of French Seventy Five The Roaring Twenties were quite the time to be alive Life is often lived as a time of messy complexity No matter how much we wish for sheer simplicity Simultaneously repulsive and yet utterly fascinating With all of its layers busily inter-relating Remus' brain exploded into a boardwalk empire Where all of the best and some of the dregs conspire To set fire to that which constrains society Without even a second thought about notoriety History it seems can be more outlandish than fiction As proven time and again with its accurate depiction Whiskey pirates stole these harrowing, dog days Causing all the bootleggers to seek out better ways Prohibition came, destroyed and finally went In those times lived and perhaps ill spent But you cannot press draconian control of vice Without it coming back on us like a steely vise Booze and brains eventually won over brawn And saw these days through until these were gone Lawlessness was wrongly glorified in its height Until freedom of choice became again a liberating light (c) May 17, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Born in other countries, yet believing you could be happy in this, our laws acknowledge, as they should do, your right to join us in society, conforming, as I doubt not you will do, to our established rules. That these rules shall be as equal as prudential considerations will admit, will certainly be the aim of our legislatures, general and particular.” – Thomas Jefferson, in Letter to Hugh White (May 2, 1801)
“At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.” – Plato
I have always found American history fascinating in all of our legends and tales, tall or not.
Texas 1836 by Michael Doyle Texas, Eighteen Hundred Thirty Six Thousands of Americans invited in Finding their place in desert sand and sticks Engaged in a struggle they would win As Comanches and Karankawa fight To keep their tribal land And though maybe not purely right They would lose; every tribe and band The tension would flare and rise As outlaws roamed throughout free Under many a bloody tequila sunrise It was a mixed tale of freedom and slavery General Santa Anna fought for his land While Jackson forestalled intervention Americans would prevail in their stand Whatever the wrongs and right of intention Texas was forced to become its own nation While Houston and Austin stood to fight Manifest Destiny swept across the nation Though the Mexicans would hold it as not right The Alamo in death and ashes burned As Texas roared up in great flame Some lessons are not easily learned Especially, when mankind's folly is to blame It became a case of hardcore fight and die With Mexicans, Tejanos and Americans cast in lot It was not theirs really to question why But to die if need be for reasons not forgot (c) May 16, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Love, especially long distance love, can be so difficult. Funny how it feels so easy when two hearts that mesh well meet. Then things can get difficult. But, you know what? Bob Marley is right… was right.. whatever. Thing is that it’s about knowing that you’ve met the one that is worth hurting over and still wake up knowing how much you love them still and perhaps, if it’s possible, even more. It’s even harder when you are in an environment where levels of each other are revealed one at a time, right?
Watching a Netflix series called Love Is Blind. Yes, very slowly. Trying to absorb its lessons to learn from and grow as a man. Trying also to get things right for once. Sometimes I feel like a keystone cop with all that I’ve gotten wrong.
In the Tears We've Cried by Michael Doyle I'm not one to believe In luck or coincidence Truth never deceives I feel the hand of providence My angel brings her message From the heavens above First sight brings its presage Leading to the pleasant moments of love Finding ourselves dancing in the rain Feeling it now more than ever It's something we don't need to explain Our balance will lead to forever Blessed by your cheers Moving past all of the fears Finally put at our ease Each of us living to please Living for us and each other Knowing that we don't want another I've seen it how we've tried I know it in the tears we've cried The question we had to ponder Is love truly close to blind We have met head on as we wandered Learning its kind meeting kind It's been the becoming of the real Taking us beyond think and feel Into the know that is knowing Lifting the curtains of what's showing (c) May 16, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” – Dr. Seuss
“I wish from my soul that the legislature of this State could see a policy of a gradual Abolition of Slavery.” – George Washington
Unlike the simplistic retelling of pieces of history that the 1619 Project managed to pull over on America recently, our history is complex and given toward compromises. If you’ve been following First Principles here or have a good knowledge of American history you are well versed in knowing that nearly all of the founding fathers wished to find a way out of slavery that did not ruin the economy and foist an even worse condition on all involved. It was of considerable regret to George Washington that slavery was not abolished in his days. He made considerable effort toward seeing this done. Yet, we would be liars to say he freed the slave working on Mount Vernon. Some complexities cannot be summed up into sound bites or easy quips. But to pretend that the efforts of our Founders did not lead to the Civil War and weren’t fought even in our earliest days is just plain wrong.
What is even more regrettable is the slavery which exists around the world and even on the grounds of our America today. In its myriad forms it is still a regrettable thing done and that remains to be abolished. 😦
In dreaming the impossible Dream, the man from La Mancha sallied forth to defeat his quests and earn the love of his lady fair. Or umm something like that…. Part II of Part I of the book summed up poetically…
Implausibly Transformative by Michael Doyle Transformative in all that he so desires His heart alit by the passions of fire Dedicating his days to becoming a knight He is determined to set the world aright Sallying forth into the world on his quest Spiritual in every manner, he meets his test The world you see is deeply in its need He sets out to make real all that he did read An inn turns into a castle inside his mind The truth it must be told is left far behind The world around decides to play along Giving him his place of vigil where he belongs A would be hero takes his beatings sprightly As sure as he is in his confidence quite rightly That by taking these beatings nearly every day His nobility is shown in some sort of mystical way All the stumbles by the poor pounded knight Crumbles before the world's clean and clear sight A former friend finds him out on his journey Returning Don Quixote to his home and safety Marveled in madness, he finds his certainty A knight after all is needed quite urgently Western history would be different from antiquity If only the real world had such pure nobility Sancho Pancho was shown this pure and true light With the twinkling of an eye as the squire to his knight Even the practical can be lured in by false promise Grandness quickly puts away the Doubting Thomas (c) May 15, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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