Thought For the Day: Happiness Is Not Ready-Made. It Comes From Your Own Actions.

“Happiness is not ready-made.  It comes from your own actions.”  – Dalai Lama

 

 

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Self Rule Rises

Continuing in a series on American history:

Second Life Veterans Tribute 2019 - In Open Declaration

Self Rule Rises
by Michael Doyle

From the High Middle Ages, society had a transformation
As Calvin and Luther led the church's reformation
In a faithful take befitting the Bible's explanation
Making these changes centered on holy justification

The Church and society were subject to fragmentation
As differing mindsets arose as did the power of nations
Henry the Eighth sought a marital dispensation in hand
And in failing to obtain this, founded the Church of England

England that is as to its elements of self rule
Breaking away from the corruption of the old school
Passions raised up against this mass corruption
Other nations followed suit quietly in their disruption

Spain, on the other hand, were out for their treasury
Having little care for the people's long lived misery
All for one mentality ruled each and every colony
All for the sake of the one being the royal family

When England defeated the Spanish Armada fleet
The die was cast and England too its prominent seat
This then set the predominance of England's culture
Though America's other traces would also come to nurture

The Catholic monarchies rested on belief in divine right
Where English constraints demanded the ruler's own light
Shine through and bearing that ruler's own influence
Both of these met in the America's in full confluence

English companies settled in pursuit of private property
But, also, some well established in common law's liberty
Each of these had their own hopes and full aspirations
As these set the foundation for the American nation

Jamestown barely hung on until tobacco became lord king
But what else but vice could city boys be expected to bring
Whereas New England's Puritans had their own holy mission
To build a new Zion with, of course, an unholy crown's permission

Holy and unholy commonwealths rose from the wilderness
All in the hope of restoring the church's holiness
Setting out the lay model of Christianity's charity
Urging the colonists to unite into needed solidarity

These Pilgrims came into exodus to the Promised Land
In variation of their faith as best we can understand
All these ideals formed the zeal for reformation
Which came to gather force across this birthing nation

All of these ideals failed as their original intent
And in so doing, caused the colonies to reinvent
Each becoming dispersing grounds for utopian ideals
Which led to the practical and pragmatism's new zeal

These experiments lead to the ideals of self rule
Englishness adapted to new form from old school
Power lodged in the people over tyrannical crown
While conversely ruling at times from top down

This drive for self rule led to the Glorious Revolution
And this in turn finally led to the American Revolution
Though first the French and Indian War brought taxation
That felt to Americans as a imposed without representation

At last this brought a feeling of colonial determinism
Bringing frustration, hope and a feeling of Americanism
The Great Awakening merged this surge with worship
Evangelically destabilizing but emphasizing God's relationship

At the same time arose the rational Great Enlightenment
And with its skepticism based on reason's own bemusement
Each of these establishing contingencies to tradition
And a willingness to follow reason's interpretation

A series of redoubling acts brought natural resistance
Against the un-represented America's persistence
Continental Congress formed with a new found sensibility
This revolution commenced in England's war on liberty

In April 1775, the fuse of war at last was lit
Concord and Lexington caused America to be well knit
Fearing that we might bleed from every single vein
Seemed to some to lack common sense and in vain

A powerful change came into the minds of men
And from that point forward it would be independence then
The Declaration of Independence harmonized the day
In setting forth the sentiments of the American way

This then has become a document for all in all ages
Putting forth for everyman the wisdom of best sages
Government's sole purpose rests in protecting liberty
Then as they say, the rest is simply American History

The government governs only with the governed's consent
And must be abolished when this consent is not present
This signature pass is our true revolution's right
And is simply a restatement of God's given light

(c) March 23, 2020  Michael Doyle
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Thought For the Day: Every Day Is a New Beginning and Every Sunset Is Merely the Latest Milestone On A Voyage That Never Ends

“Every day is a new beginning and every sunset is merely the latest milestone on a voyage that never ends.” – Ronald Reagan

 

 

 

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First Principles: There Is A Just God Who Presides Over the Destinies of Nations

“There is a just God who presides over the destines of nations … who will raise up friends to fight our battle for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave… Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death.” – Patrick Henry (1775)

 

 

 

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The Lure of America

Americana history has always kinda been my thing, right?

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The Lure of America
by Michael Doyle

The lure of America and her promise
Rests in at least one simple premise
That rising above the conditions found
When born is a dream worth chasing around

The lure of freedom and chance for liberty
Is part and parcel of and with our history
Here in this pace of grand possibility
Led the settlers who lived our early history

Goals and dreams however flawed are the thing
Of a people who struck forth as human beings
Pouring forward in coming succession
Are the stuff of hope that brought immigration

Remnants speak to those who came before
All of who come seeking just a bit more
Some of these have come and gone
Some of these still linger on and on

This land of refuge and opportunity
Has lent each whisper leading toward our legacy
A God of second chances given to all
Is found throughout our history's wall

It's the spirit calling all to the west
The Elysian Fields that offer best
The settlement of America is Europe's unsettlement
Brought rise to what would become what America meant

East to west and west to east called in imagination
Of trade and adventure across the European nations
Pushing forward in oceanic navigation
And even brought about the notions of the modern nation

(c) March 22, 2020  Michael Doyle
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The Spark of Growth

Based in part on Luke 17:1-6: :

A Cross to Bear Into the Twilight

The Spark of Growth
by Michael Doyle

We do not need to live in fear
Rather it be from afar or near
We must live by faith in our day
The Lord is righteous in His ways

In His presence we find grace
Loved within His every embrace
Knowing that we are made pure
And in knowing we can be assured

So many things that we would do
But then don't but still it's true
That we would always do our best
Knowing that love is our final test

Let's turn our house into our home
In the strengths we each own
Seeing is the believing of being
Grasping each part of the dream

Our example of faith is walked
Not just a thing of being talked
Kindling of our best aspirations
Sparks the essence of inspiration

This then is how we shall live this
Giving our love and forgiveness
Putting our candles forth as light
As our world walks its dark night

This world is wrapped in blindness
In need of the ways of loving kindness
Give our truth and love to others
Practicing this with our sisters and brothers

The measure of our fullest sense of blessing
Is not at all a matter of second guessing
In being willing to give what it takes
To make things better despite our mistakes

Not just the telling but the ever showing
So that our lives model our best knowing
Igniting the spark  of our best intention
By the actions taken and given attention

The slow train coming is the one of value
Holding these things dear to me and you
Walking the walk of being more than woke
Correcting these things that are broke

Holding ourselves to a higher standard of being
Walking that walk forever that we are seeing
Being the model of all the best of our influence
Bearing the cross in focus as a social confluence

Modeling those thing that will not crumble
Bearing upright so as not to make others stumble
In a world full of wrong we should be the right
Shining out our father's light into the world's night

Watching ourselves in our steps of reconciliation
Accepting the repentance with due consideration
Realizing that offenses are to be simply forgiven
As life is as life does in this world in which we live in

The world needs a kind word and some tenderness
More than rebuking, it needs our heart's gentleness
It is this then that is most likely to bring restoration
And through this that we find needed reconciliation

It's through these things we find growth in life
Finding our way to more peace and less strife
In the ways we walk in love they will know 
That as followers of Jesus we have learned the flow

The faith of a mustard seed moves our world
With the flags of our love are openly unfurled
We need to use this small amount of faith to build
To move the world with God's love revealed

Cresting and being that spark it the best meaning
Is the path of rightness that  is the best of being
Always living life like a sermon that was meant
Giving to all the same mercy that we've been lent

(c) March 22, 2020  Michael Doyle
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Cherished - Lighthouse On An island Cusp

 

 

 

 

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First Principles: It Is By Rendering Justice To Other Nations That We Can Expect It From Them

“It is by rendering justice to other nations that we can expect it from them.” – James Monroe (1823) Annual Message to Congress

 

 

 

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Thought For the Day: You Just Can’t Beat the Person Who Never Gives Up

“You just can’t beat the person who never gives up.” – Babe Ruth

 

Remember this in the days ahead.  Keep encouraged.  Be strong.  Keep following the necessary sanitation rules.   In this case more than ever cleanliness is next to Godliness is getting through this pandemic.

Remember that you are loved and cared for and that with God you are never alone.   We’re praying for you all – readers, family, friends, strangers we’ve yet to befriend!

 

 

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Stars Align & Connect

Her mind is a lot on the future and how that will be.  I would lie if I said mine isn’t as well. Wrote this with real hope despite feeling a bit ill.

Studland Bay Farm - Would You  Please Love Me Forever, I Ask?

Stars Align & Connect
by Michael Doyle

Is love enough is the question
Asked with some hesitation
Emotions and physicality united
Is something organically decided

I imagine champagne in flute
Chilled just right with my beaut
We're all in need of a fairy tale
It can maybe seem a bit unreal

Touched in more ways than I understand
That spark of magic when you touch my hand
A whispered soiree by simple candlelight
Moments shared in reflections dreamed of our first night

A talk and a cuddle to set the pace
Connecting as we are face to face
Counted shoulders make us bolder
A set of expectations from love's folder

Rose petals mark the path on floor
Romantic ambiance impossible to ignore
You and me finally are alone
There in our special free fall zone

I picture for us a future of synergy
Filled with love and very special energy
Every moment leads us to the very next
All the dots like stars caught as they connect

(c) March 21, 2020  Michael Doyle
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Studland Bay Farm 2020 Revisited - Carriage Ride

 

 

 

 

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Dead Letter

Some folks like to call history a dead letter.   I really don’t understand this.

Artic Express -  Ten Letters For Love of My Life?.... Ally Romani

Dead Letter
by Michael Romani

The past is never a dead letter
But something we should study together
Every generation rewrites the past
And from it we learn new directions cast

There's a need for the continuity
That dashes off all incongruities
Teaching us what we share in generations
Rather the bad or things of veneration

Loosening up thinking that must be done
For all of our future battles to be won
A lifeline that gets us past the now
Looking both back and yet forward somehow

All times are scary and hold danger
To this no generation is a stranger
We must draw from this bank of knowledge
Particularly when we feel our feet on the ledge

Less a science than a collection of stories
History's lessons are troubles and all the glories
This brings the sustainability on which we live
As we hopefully are taking less than we offer and give

Moments we share as we carry on quietly
In acts of heroism had almost silently
Until the extraordinary erupts into the ordinary
Proving to each of us what we can be

(c) March 21, 2020  Michael Doyle
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Port of Sparquerry - Doomed Vault of Letters Clustered

 

 

 

 

 

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