I'd be the one mistaken If I didn't notice when I was shaken, And that God provides my foundation When I build my life in my station.
As a believer in my confession, There is no struggle without conditions. There is no way I'll fail When I know that God always prevails.
Faithful in time and grace, Through God's love, I know my place. Reminded daily of all that I've been given, I know that I'm blessed and forgiven.
Though the rains may torrentially fall, All that I have to do is call His holy name and it gets me through Whatever this world might happen to do.
There's so much to hold in contemplation, As I think about my blessed redemption. Calling on the Lord's holy name, He has given me blessings that cover my shame.
(c) June 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Meeting God in His dwelling place, He fills us with love in this holy space. Holding us near as we call on His holiness, In immersion, we'll never be the same.
Here in my holy contemplation, I receive my sacred redemption. Alive again and living without sin, I begin my life birthed again.
Worthy of what I have received From the moment that I believed. All things work toward His good. I know this in my soul - it's understood.
There in my immersion Symbolic of my conversion, I become a new man Ready to serve God in any way that I can.
Drawing water from the sacred well, I trust in His truth revealed. Feeling our best together, We serve to make this world better.
(c) June 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
When your bad is so good That it's become understood As being what you're best at, It may be best to remember that.
It's not exactly forgot. You're suffering from soul rot. Staring death in the face, And keeping it in its place.
You keep on constantly bleeding, Not knowing what you're needing. And the doctors really can't help you now As you keep muddling through somehow.
Proud that you've kept on your feet In the face of yet another bloody defeat. You'll fight on to the bitter end Even as the Reaper becomes your only friend.
It's a burning sort of feeling, A fire that keeps your head reeling. Screaming to yourself as you piss blood, You pull yourself through crawling the mud.
Given the soul-searching choice, You look hard to find your truest voice. I'd rather be a heart than a brain, But wouldn't that just be in vain?
Because, you see I simply forgot That I have a chronic case of soul rot. Does it come across as shaded, If my interest in life has faded?
(c) June 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it might cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.” – Patrick Henry (1775)
“One of life’s best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you’ve got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference.” – Robert Fulghum
“Overregulation stifles creativity. It smothers innovation. It gives dinosaurs a veto over the future. It wastes the extraordinary opportunity for a democratic creativity that digital technology enables.” – Lawrence Lessig
Despite the beauty of the scenery, There are challenges in this community. There is more here than the movies show And the truth is there's more to know.
There's a harsh struggle in the economy. Jobs are scarce and the people walk humbly. Main Street might look clean and beautiful, But life here can be less than wonderful.
A dependable set of wheels is needed to get around. Otherwise, your feet are pounding the ground. Unless your skill set includes socialization, You are likely to be trapped in social isolation.
In a society of nearly instant everything, The speed of country living is next to nothing. The simple life might make for a great memory, But not when you have depended on next day delivery.
While there's a lot to be said for the country way, Fractured roads and bridges have seen better days. Nearly forgotten, the speed of life is an inconvenience. Complaining too loudly or often is seen as social deviance.
The next time that you think of moving out to the country, Think far beyond the beauty and thoughts of the scenery. That quiet life comes with its share of struggles to live. Some of these struggles can be hard to manage and forgive.
(c) June 2, 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 