In a passage of names, we find grace Redemption is there for all who embrace The truth: We must walk in Christ's ways. That is, if we are to live His love in our days.
Give to each believer your love and care Knowing your community is one with God there. Christianity is a serving community, Giving our all for the good of the family.
A shared life is lived within our stations If we are living out our best dedication. Walking the truth of our heavenly mission, We must do our best in our given positions.
One by one, we claim our chosen fame When we hear God's love called in our names. But mostly it's not us but what we're called to do. It's all a part of God's love if you take the long view.
And when the rains of life begin to pour, We find that our family is life's best cure. Stretched gaps create useless voids They only cause friction, leaving us annoyed.
Digging in the weeds, we find we all have a role. What is important is cultivating our souls. No part played is more important than the heart. We've known this from our family's first start.
The Lord's eye holds us all in full knowledge. In all and of all, He does readily acknowledge Each of us is a member of His vast family. All of us are who make up the Christian community.
Before it's over, all of us will bow in full grace. God's desire is what we must fully embrace. We are brothers and sisters in our theology, All of us are joined together on behalf of His divinity.
Linked arms bring life in the impact of our belief. We live as we do in happiness or in temporal grief. Look around and see through the eyes of our family. We are the hope and life of our bonded community.
Living life's smile, we look at our family in gratitude, Allowing this love to shape the best of our community. Recognizing this brings us to renewed dedication As we live our love in Godly appreciation.
(c) November 9, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek.” – Romans 1:16
Somewhere common in the city And in the heart of a New York City blue, A good cop found he made his own chances. The New York City streets were full of romance.
Good luck finds its opportunity. It's nothing like playing the lottery. But maybe like a fine romance, Every miracle begins with taking a chance.
Flirtatious banter begins the talk. It moves the hustle behind the walk. A shining of life's tales is worth the share, And so it is that two start to care.
Day after day becomes its drudgery When life is stumbled through without mastery. It's enough to make you play the lottery, But the proof of playing that are like a small luxury.
Until the day comes and you have won, But it's never enough when it's done. Sharing is caring until your word gets in the way. It's like finding miracles while forgetting why you pray.
Every day is the worst until you remember to smile. It's just one of those things that gone out of style. But it makes you want to hang on tight. There's a silent lucidity to doing things right.
The niceties of life make the world go around As you search for the pleasure in what you found. Still, it is that you hang onto your dreams Until the reality lived in is as good as it seems.
Promises are promises, that's understood. It's the keeper of promises that makes life good. It's the acceptance of bliss that becomes gratitude. This then is how to live the right attitude.
(c) November 8, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.” – John Milton
When the Detour Becomes the Intention by Michael Doyle
There is an art to elegant simplicity, Avoiding all that becomes duplicity, We seek to make our lives be lived real Where the art of meaning meets the feel.
Funny moments become the art of distinction, As we move straightforwardly, as the inclination That was the starting point of life's destination, We find that life's moving on becomes the inspiration.
When the detour becomes a good intention, We live our lives in a smile of blur observed. Turning the detour to become the focal of attention, A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.
One hundred miles per hour is the speed I'm living, Never shrinking away from all that life is giving. The joy of opposites is that I am never truly lost, The price paid is usually more than worth the cost.
Like rubber and glue, it's sometimes sticks to you, That all of life is worth taking the time to view. The moral eclipse is worth living until our heart stops, Life's trapped doors take us out with their sudden drops.
When the detour becomes a good intention, We live our lives in a smile of blur observed. Turning the detour to become the focal of attention, A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.
The lightning of our smile freezes into your denial, Clued into the inevitability of me loving your style. I don't mean to steal your thunder, but it stole me first, Yours is the kiss of the waters that always make me thirst.
It's a crash when the world gets in our random way, I've already been here much longer than I planned to stay. I have nowhere to go beyond the echo of your first hello. But my love for you is something you really ought to know.
When the detour becomes a good intention, We live our lives in a smile of blur observed. Turning the detour to become the focal of attention, A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.
If there was a sign would you have stopped to read? It turns out that, after all, love is all that we need. Someone significant said that a generation ago, Since then, all we've done is to live that familiar echo.
I watched as your heart dropped, and it began to bleed, There's a beautiful melody in the magic of being freed. The morning tea is like a love tale told from the heart, It turns out getting lost has become a form of true art.
When the detour becomes a good intention, We live our lives in a smile of blur observed. Turning the detour to become the focal of attention, A life intentionally lived gains what it deserves.
(c) November 7, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
A voice came to me from beyond my screen. A brown-eyed beauty who loved what she had seen, She smiled at me with growing anticipation Suggesting with a smile that we write about creation.
I couldn't help but wonder where she had come from. So, I asked without much fear of coming across as dumb. I knew if I knew her life, I would fall into her grace. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beautiful face.
She was a comfortable, familiar stranger With a vibe of love and not danger. She knew that I would go along With anything she wanted in her song.
She loved the poetry in our emotions. I was falling into her personal ocean. I felt glad that she wasn't close enough to kiss, For the fear of what that might cause us to miss.
I know only that I wanted to know her more. We riffed on creation a little more. With each note, the song got a little longer. Honestly, I could only hope her heartbeat a little stronger.
She was a comfortable, familiar stranger With a vibe of love and not danger. She knew that I would go along With anything she wanted in her song.
(c) November 6, 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 