Like a law of nature, it's a natural fact That the roll of all fathers has its impact. In response and call, ever since the fall, Fundamentally, God is the father of us all.
Since the Fall, imperfection has been all around, And no perfect relationship has been found. It is in how we learn to carry grace That the best relationships can lovingly embrace.
Father's Day is the day that a lot of take annually To stop and think about what it is to be in God's family. Even the Fatherless can take comfort in His loving correction And work out how to move their lives in the right direction.
The empty road pushes on, forever, seeming to endlessly go on. We do our best, taking our best aim until all of life is gone. But if we take some moments to listen to that prayed-to voice, We can hear its rebuke just enough to make the better choice.
So it is with our earthly Father if we take a moment to lean In to hear the best advice he has based on what he has seen. As a sacred child, we have every blessing and every opportunity To enjoy the love given by him for the sake of your security.
Father above, and Father on earth, each chooses to be present And given their all to the children, as if an endless present. A good father's discipline allows his children to make mistakes And own these mistakes while helping them through the heartaches.
A good father has an open mind and a heart for appreciation. To his children, he gives his sincerest dedication. He leads through example and gives time considered quality. This is the loyalty given in an earthly and godly family.
In challenges lived through, there are lessons taught to learn. Each of these helps a child grow stronger and teaches to discern. Love is given unconditionally and with a father's protection. Each correction given is simply to point out the right direction.
Life isn't perfect and parenting often has its skill issues. It seems there are times of guilt and many tissues. We're not alone in this as the Bible is filled with mistakes And God knows and knows of all of humanity's many heartbreaks.
Life is filled with happenstance that never seems to get a chance As it fills itself with mundane details and forgets about romance. Each day gives us fathers another try to listen and maybe learn About those things left for us to discern.
We need to let our children know they are loved just as they are To hope for their dreams and be allowed to go far. But the best that we can do is do our level best And accept that we have when we are laid to rest.
It's easier to become a father than to ever be one. I take my best example from our Father and His Son, And I hope against hope that when my time is done, Maybe my daughters will find I imperfectly was one.
(c) June 15, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter”. – Euripides
(I am truly blessed, as I have two daughters – each of them, in their own individual ways, is a completely wonderful person to know. I could not ask for more.)
Another Father's Day approaches soon. I think on this under the shining moon. I love talking to each of my daughters, And I realized I'm blessed to be their father.
I think on the long drives and all the love As I look out the window toward the stars above. We have worn out more than a few cars As I watched them grow up to be as invincible as the stars.
It's a private joy to watch youth catch fire. Watching their eyes fill with their desire. These girls of mine have grown into young ladies. They are no longer willing to be coddled like babies.
There's a wildness in their blood that runs true. I tell my ex-wife, "(Th)ey remind me of me and you" Back in our younger days before life had its ways. It brings me joy, but also her worry about how nothing stays.
Indiana has its spots of wildness in its smooth cultivation. The girls and I walked these lands in our fascination. We have wandered its fields and woods to hear birds sing. We have stayed up until midnight to find the morning brings
Another day to drive a little further and explore more. We kept it in mind that our tomorrows would have more in store. Waking up early and finding our feet meeting the floors Of ancient hotels with beautiful hardwood floors.
As they sleep in their room just across on this quiet night, I daydream a little about the things I managed to get right. And as I have happily watched watched them grow into women, I hate - a little - that they'll never be little again.
Admittedly, I will miss the memories of back then... And I would love to be able to live those days again. Don't get me wrong, I look forward to their future. But they've been a blast as I have fathered and nurtured.
(c) June 14, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
For most of my life, it's been grasp and capability Now we've followed the Silent Generation into vulnerability. Our straightforward path toward security and prosperity Lent itself to jaded jokes that were mostly others' jealousy.
The sky was the limit in the width and breadth of imagination. We were the first generation to live in an era of innovation That seemed to put us into a relaxed feeling and easy stride. Suddenly, we are reminded that there is no such free ride.
Spending more than we had has led to a new age of austerity. Everything we were certain of, seems to be in jeopardy. The jagged edges of the possible loss of Social Security Has become a truth that hits harder for some than simple policy.
So many of us Boomers are one shock away from living in poverty. It's hard to remain confident in an age of living absurdity. We worked hard and paid our share for something in our future. How were we to know spending hawks forgot what to nurture?
What's not talked about in all these scare talks are steps taken To increase the wealth of the nation and fix what's mistaken. There will be challenges ahead as everyone has openly said But hope and optimism are not forsaken or even nearly dead.
(c) June 13, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
“There can be no greater error than to expect, or calculate upon real favours from Nation to Nation. ’Tis an illusion which experience must cure, which a just pride ought to discard.” – George Washington (1796)
See your path And stay your course. Let's do the math, And you'll find the resource.
Let no one get between happiness Or caring for your own needs. These images bring life's bliss. It allows your soul to be freed.
It's a part of the process - To find yourself, then, what you'll do. Steps on the walk of progress, And to your own self, you must be true.
It feels uncomplicated, To walk within integrity. Yet, so much of the world is fated By choices imposed and not authenticity.
Everyone talks at us like they know The who that we're meant to be. Your path is between your shadow and soul. This is who we are in our full identity.
(c) June 12, 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 