This Winter has been warmer than those I recall. I might have expected it after a lingering fall. The last snow Indiana saw fell for a full night. It kept falling through the passing morning light.
Piles of slush lasted for several lingering days, And this went on until nature walked it back a ways. The Spring-like heat taught us to not heed exaggeration. As warm fronts spread throughout our beautiful nation.
Early morning plans require warm coats, boots, and sturdy shoes. It's time to get outside for a hike to bounce off the blues. Out among the winter trees, be they deciduous or evergreen, It feels good to be alive and a warm-hearted human being.
Rings, when measured and counted, tell the age of trees. But their comfort is best felt along a gentle breeze. Zig-zag streets remind us of how our lives chase around, Until they reach the conclusions in which we are found.
The quiet hours spent looking out the kitchen window, They are spending time seeking signs of any coming snow. The rumor is that we will find this coming Monday, acting bold As we brace ourselves for a blast of good old Arctic cold.
We won't be seeing errant dandelions, nor will we see a blizzard. The snowflakes will dance, but not enough to create a hazard. The light snow will fall, forming a dusting to lace the ground. And all of God's children will smile happily at what's been found.
(c) December 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Friendship is a precious gift that can’t be bought or sold. It’s value is greater than mountains made of gold. If you shall ask God for a gift be thankful if he sends not diamonds pearls or riches but the love and trust of friends. It is the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.” – Marlene Dietrich
“It will be of little avail to the people that the laws are made by men of their own choice if the laws be so voluminous that they cannot be read, or so incoherent that they cannot be understood.” – James Madison
Love is not a monologue, Talking to myself gets me nowhere. Let's get on with the dialogue, Moving beyond where I simply persevere.
Under my empire of ashes Lives a garden from my heart. Despite the doom of thrashes, This is where we start.
In the haven of my heart Are ghosts that I don't want to depart. My silver bride was my highest star. She played out every note on my guitar.
There are footprints in my soul. They were put there by friends. It's the give and take that consoles With every beginning that never ends.
She was my dream beyond the Rubicon. I turned to look for her in my memory Only to discover she was already gone. The empty burn in my soul was once so easy.
In the haven of my heart Are ghosts that I don't want to depart. My silver bride was my highest star. She played out every note on my guitar.
The many voices fit the perfect moment. They turned into my endless torment. Caught in solitary, I wish I had wings to fly. Betrayed again, why do I even try?
Winter's snow falls down into my grave. There is no voice calling that will save. A long-distance run around leads to dissension. It's funny how I used to know my direction.
In the haven of my heart Are ghosts that I don't want to depart. My silver bride was my highest star. She played out every note on my guitar.
(c) December 26, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Unless the people, through unified action, arise and take charge of their government, they will find that their government has taken charge of them. Independence and liberty will be gone, and the general public will find itself in a condition of servitude to an aggregation of organized and selfish interest.” – Calvin Coolidge
Damn that cancel culture, Believing it has a right to nurture Hatred toward the founders of this land. I don't think they really understand.
We need to bring hope to tomorrow. It's time to move past the sorrow. We need to remember where we've been. But also thankful for the grace that removes our sin.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian. I don't always get it right. But I can lay my head down on my pillow Knowing that I've done my best every night.
Take a moment to listen and hear me out. I've got a heart full of love and a lot of doubt. I met some success in my significance. Won't you join me in our magnificence?
It doesn't really matter if we disagree, Let's put some faith in our controversy. It doesn't matter the time or season, Let's put our heads together in reason.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian. I don't always get it right. But I can lay my head down on my pillow Knowing that I've done my best every night.
There was a time when we understood What it meant to be good. On both sides of town, God was there to be found.
We need to find our way back again To the time we knew how to be a friend. Each of us is here to lend a hand. It's simple when we know how to understand.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian. I don't always get it right. But I can lay my head down on my pillow Knowing that I've done my best every night.
Sometimes we're right, and sometimes we're wrong. But each of us has a place to belong. Like notes played inside life's melody, Some of us wander off enough to sing harmony.
I sit here before the boughs of my Christmas tree. Bows, ribbons, and bulbs contribute to the beauty. They play different roles without drifting far. All of them, as if aware, they're under one star.
Baby, I'm a deeply flawed Christian. I don't always get it right. But I can lay my head down on my pillow Knowing that I've done my best every night.
(c) December 25, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” – John 3:16
“May the father of all mercies scatter light, and not darkness, upon our paths, and make us in all our several vocations useful here, and in His own due time and way everlastingly happy.” – George Washington
Children are silly, Believing everything they see. Playing in Christmas snow, This image is everything to know.
I've watched the parade unfold. It's Christmas spirit, and it becomes quite bold. Dancing across the magic of a winter's day, I learned the secret of children's play.
Merry Christmas If you will. Around my place, Every Frosty chills.
Some never learn this magic, And somehow that feels tragic. It's in spreading love, not a hat, That's where the magic's at.
Just ask Santa as he drives his sleigh About how Rudolph saved a foggy day. Or ask any child who has seen the day That a miracle out of nowhere came his way.
Merry Christmas If you will. Around my place, Every Frosty chills.
You can't force a miracle. You can only pray. You'll never be invincible, If you think dragons are just to slay.
A child's love naturally inspires As dreams keep warm by the fires. Each of us has a little Santa inside. That's the secret, I quietly confide.
Merry Christmas If you will. Around my place, Every Frosty chills.
Chocolate Chip tastes like a memory. Lord knows that I miss my family. There are presents to give and miles to go. The people that I love best are those who glow.
Despite the worst of our unpleasant fears, Christmas snow never completely disappears. I have the word of Santa himself on this, And the proof is seen every Christmas.
Merry Christmas If you will. Around my place, Every Frosty chills.
(c) December 24, 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 