Like the words of a good and holy song, The melody and the beat come on strong. The Kingdom of God is like a planted field, Filled with good seed for expected yield.
The enemy is sneakier at night than during the day. He plants unknown weeds, then he speeds away. With no one on guard, there was no way to keep All of God's children from the need to weep.
Still, there is no need for desperation. The time of harvest is the time for separation. ..And all of God's children started to sing... Out loud and strong, timing is everything.
The spirit of the living God dives deep Spreading roots of inspiration to keep God's word near to our hearts and souls That it might lead us and gently console.
It's a well-known notion, not sublime, That all the best things in life take time. True wealth grows the possessor's wisdom, And so it is, brethren, with the Kingdom.
Still, there is no need for desperation. The time of harvest is the time for separation. ..And all of God's children started to sing... Out loud and strong, timing is everything.
It takes time to learn to purposefully discern All the needed lessons that cause us to learn. Struggle is the path that leads us to reason, And there is a time and reason for every season.
Every season under the sun needs to be understood, That is, if you wish to be among that which is good. Some things in life will pass as they come and go. This is just how it is with the seasonal flow.
Still, there is no need for desperation. The time of harvest is the time for separation. ..And all of God's children started to sing... Out loud and strong, timing is everything.
Like deciduous trees, in the winter, they are bare But wait for the seasons if you really care In the spring, they will blossom and fruit, And in Autumn will change color, some to their roots.
Some wish to hold onto while needing to release. It's like sheep refusing to be shorn of their fleece. In our stubbornness, we hold onto our thoughts, We need to grow with our seasons as we should and ought.
Still, there is no need for desperation. The time of harvest is the time for separation. ..And all of God's children started to sing... Out loud and strong, timing is everything.
(c) August 17, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Each act of unfaithfulness toward our inner being is a blot on our souls. If we continue to be unfaithful, our souls are eventually torn apart and we slowly bleed to death.” – Albert Schweitzer
This evening, as I took myself on a hike, I put my mind toward what I do and don't like. Deciding to take the course of satisfaction, I have decided to put positivity into action.
I will set new limits and keep that commitment. It seems the surest way to my contentment. I will remember to break free from my comfort zone, And in so doing, open my embrace to the unknown.
Strong thought put out into the universe Will be the guiding light that leads my verse As I live my life in peace more than notoriety And keep myself well-intended in my dignity.
My lifetime adventure is meant for me to learn The right and wrong things, and from these, discern The shape I was intended for at the potter's hand, And from these patterns, I will come to understand
That fear of the "this and that" of life's harshness Has kept me from exploring in the coming darkness. But it is through the darkness that my light finds purpose, And from this, I will finally find my intended service.
The hour grows late, and each step takes determination. If I am to keep focused, aspiration becomes true motivation. I roll on in tribute to all the sense of right changes, The seconds of the hour whisper what needs rearranging.
This then becomes the substance of a mindful attitude. I have learned that the best life is one lived in gratitude. Tonight's steps were the baby steps toward my final destination. In this, then, I find more than a little needed inspiration.
(c) August 16, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.” – Woodrow Wilson
The Distance Between Now and Then by Michael Doyle
There's a hurt deep inside you. It makes you say things you shouldn't do. Lashing out at things that aren't true. I get this because I once loved you.
I'm leaving you and thoughts of you behind. The things you did really changed my mind. The more that you did, really opened my eyes Until the point I had no choice but to recognize
It's that distance between here and now. I really wish I could have still loved you somehow. I see the pain and all of your confusion, But your betrayals broke apart my illusion.
Once, I didn't even know the sound of your name. If it makes it easier for you, I will take the blame. Seeing what I saw and heard, it can't be the same. But if it makes it easier for you, I will take the blame.
Along our journey, I ignored all the signs. I played make-believe that you were truly mine. Look at me, darling, straight into my eyes, See the emptiness fade into the broken blue skies.
It's that distance between here and now. I really wish I could have still loved you somehow. I see the pain and all of your confusion, But your betrayals broke apart my illusion.
The flame of pain feels like something reverent, Almost, but we both know that it's a bit different. Still, I whisper a prayer to the holy God above, And I remember to my core that you were my love.
I felt so lonely as I barely crawled across our floor. The things you did were damn near impossible to ignore. And now that you want to play your game of placing blame. All I can think of is that the need is quite the shame.
It's that distance between here and now. I really wish I could have still loved you somehow. I see the pain and all of your confusion, But your betrayals broke apart my illusion.
(c) August 15, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
We meet in the night, hiding in the masquerade Pretending, as we do, in our game of charade, That while we pretend to have no hint of fear There's security that gains us gathered here.
Social wallflowers are high-class in borrowed shoes Dancing with themselves in their angst and blues Diamonds are coal that defied the principles of gravity To become sharp and shiny through their levity.
In a world of giants, the children just want love With hands in prayer, they turn their eyes to the above. Seeing the world around them lost in legal friction, And wondering to themselves how much of this was fiction.
Somewhere down below the sound, we felt the beat, Joined hands in protest, we took to the streets. Your mind was so happily diabolical, I felt the heat. But when I kissed your lips, I knew the treat.
Cyclical nights are known as digital in their dreams, And your pleasures were always bursting at the seams. Filled with so many ideas that just had to be said, There met in the night, were the outpourings of your head.
Numbed eyes behold the soul's sacred revelation, It was just our fate that found us at our destination. Making jokes though, lost and rambling in our ways These would make our memories in our elder days.
Like guardians of some form unknown but filled with knowledge, Our hearts began to bond forcing us to acknowledge That somewhere in all that was spoken in our sincerity, Was filling our souls with what was to become our identity.
(c) August 14, 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 