“There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.” – Washington Irving
(It has been fundamental since the beginning of our nation to conserve and preserve nature as being good for our national soul. Let’s not forget this as we move forward into the days ahead.)
“Always humble yourself lovingly before God and man, because God speaks to those who are truly humble of heart, and enriches them with His gifts.” – Pio of Pietrelcina
(Happy National Poinsettia Day! I had wondered what it symbolized. The story is that a poor girl wanted to give a gift to the Lord, but had no gift she thought worthy. An angel came to her angel told her that any gift given from the heart, however humble, is worthy in the sight of the Lord. May we all remember this as Christmas rapidly approaches.)
Squandering A Golden Goose
by Michael Doyle
Newsome wants to lead our nation.
What does he offer as inspiration?
With the unwarranted swagger of new urbanism,
His track record trends toward honest pessimism.
Maybe he should reverse California's ruin
To prove he has some idea of what he's doing.
That is something that would inspire
Instead, he annually sets his state on fire.
Opulent California was the American Dream.
Look how she has fallen under a one-party scheme.
Public squalor has taken her off the right track.
It will take a lot of love to bring her back.
High prices from tuition to rent and electricity
Have cast her soul into flaccid adversity.
Despite concentrations of technocratic wealth,
The high rates of poverty show her economic health.
Daily life disintegrated under Democratic greed.
Now, one-third of the state cannot meet its needs.
An elite's narcissism has incubated billionaire socialism.
The Green New Deal and reparations have led to extremism.
Most of the Golden State's wounds are self-inflicted
As legalized crime fills the streets with the addicted.
Every failure is the result of dogmatic ideology.
"Empty promises fulfilled here" became their theology.
California is the Wuhan virus or modern leftism.
Incompetence-driven, there is little cause for optimism.
Once was the day when Californian life was good.
Hollywood's misconceptions proved unable to be withstood.
The dream has faded into an unmitigated nightmare.
The opportunity now is to fall into taxation's snare.
Too much always proves to never be quite enough.
Progressive power grabs have called the workers' bluff.
Decline faded into bureaucratic one-party rule.
Newsome's model for the nation is made for a ship of fools.
Stringent environmentalism is a destroyer of prosperity.
Indeed, the rest of the nation should learn from history.
Luxury beliefs virtue signals the working class purge.
Its lack of realistic goals comes across as unsure.
All of this has created a horrid sense of recompense
Of well-intended policies with dire consequences.
(c) December 11, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“I ask, sir, what is the militia? It is the whole people except for a few public officials.” – George Mason
“Better be wise by the misfortunes of others than by your own” – Aesop
Beautiful Sincerity
by Michael Doyle
Not to be overly mushy or lame,
But the God of a trillion stars knows my name.
My name may never go down in history,
But I rest assured that my God knows my destiny.
Each of us is a star that shines
As we waltz past our emotional landmines.
Love's secret is one that must be told.
We can't keep silent as it casually unfolds.
We get to know our meandering emotions,
Caught up in our sacred causes and devotion.
There's a lot of seriousness in our hilarity,
But none so beautiful as our sincerity.
Life in love feels so much more than good.
It's just the way it is, and it's understood.
There's something magical in the thousand ways
That love improves our lives through all our days.
Coming back to earth is its own conundrum,
With all of our parts greater than their sum.
God calls our names in an enchanting sound
As we get lost in the magic that we've found.
We get to know our meandering emotions,
Caught up in our sacred causes and devotion.
There's a lot of seriousness in our hilarity,
But none so beautiful as our sincerity.
Every moment lived is lived like a new song
When we finally know where we belong.
Moment after moment, lived in a held hand,
These are the heartbeats we're born to understand.
We are lifted higher by our innate desires.
We walk across the coals without burning in the fire.
None of this can be known with exactitude,
But it's handled best through God's grace and our gratitude.
(c) December 10, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“It is an undoubted truth that every doctrine that comes from God, leads to God; and that which doth not tend to promote holiness is not of God.” – George Whitefield
(The Great Awakening was a direct cause of the American Revolution. Of it’s many ministers, none was listened to or a greater influence than George Whitefield.)
“To clasp the hands in prayer is the beginning of an uprising against the disorder of the world.” – Karl Barth
Love Steps Out
by Michael Doyle
Every hour that is passing
Turns into its own test.
I find my life always changing.
I don't get much rest.
It's a long way to the sun.
But I keep on reaching out.
It seems my dreams have just begun.
I have no time in which to doubt.
Love steps into the bright light.
It's on how she closes her eyes.
I know that her heart is just right.
Her smile makes it hard not to recognize.
I know that I'd never fake it.
But I want to take it to the top.
What does it take to make it?
I know that I'll never stop.
Taking it a half tone down
Makes the feel a little tougher.
I won't be the one who backs down.
I'll be the one who plays at being rougher.
Love steps into the bright light.
It's on how she closes her eyes.
I know that her heart is just right.
Her smile makes it hard not to recognize.
I've a little faith and hope to hold onto,
As I write songs inside my head.
The rhythm draws me into you
With all the feelings that I dread.
I sit here wondering what you'd say
If I knew the truth that would make you care.
I'd find my way to have the day
One bold enough for two to share.
Love steps into the bright light.
It's on how she closes her eyes.
I know that her heart is just right.
Her smile makes it hard not to recognize.
If You feel love, you will know it.
It's in how you shyly look away.
If you're in love, don't be afraid to show it.
Live in the feelings felt every day.
The ripple in the river flows to remind
Me of how the second of life continue to flow
Until that sacred moment that we find
The truest of loves that we'll ever know.
Love steps into the bright light.
It's on how she closes her eyes.
I know that her heart is just right.
Her smile makes it hard not to recognize.
(c) December 9, 2025 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“It was never in my heart to slight any man, but only that man should be kept in his place and not sit in the room of God.” – Anne Hutchinson
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