“There will be found to exist at all times an imperious necessity for restraining all the functionaries of the Government within the range of their respective powers thereby preserving a just balance between the powers granted to this Government and those reserved to the States and to the people.” – John Tyler
God's wrath is at Satan's snare; Seeking to keep evil at bay and fair. The path forward for humanity Is best walked with modest humility.
Across the level ground under the cross, We keep aware of Christ's loss. In doing as He did, He gave us salvation, Ensuring us our heavenly destination.
Building mankind's bridge with mystery, It's simply a matter of theological history. First, the Jews, then, the Gentiles received an open-door So that the world might live for a little more.
Our rebellious nature draws us apart and keeps us down, Until we repent and grow into the victor's crown. A remnant remains willing to receive God's love, It is this acceptance that brings us to Heaven above.
So often, we get it wrong and God makes it right, Removing the darkest traces by His holy light. His winds sail us across Jesus's beautiful sea, Bringing us to the harbor of His sweet victory.
Those who live under Christ are blessed beyond measure, Knowing holiness as our best and greatest treasure. The roots of God support the branch3es of humanity, Nourishing us as we serve Him in our humility.
It is God who provides us with His providence. By His grace, it is ours to receive His abundance. It is God's good ability that gives us the capability To move beyond our earthbound infirmities.
Each day we wake up to new sets of opportunities, We need only look out for all that we might be. These are the gifts from God by which we serve, And become His ambassadors the world deserves.
It is ours to seek out their rightful application, And to serve ceaselessly in our faithful dedication. Giving to the world as God has made us each malleable, We are to live love as best that we are capable.
We live in a world of brokenness Forging our words of praise in our outspokenness. We must each do our best to serve as examples Of what God's love is and demonstrate it as being ample.
We are not better than, but instead, better for. Always inviting others to know God's love is pure. Not acting in blatant ignorance or living in pride, But keeping mindful of the living God inside.
Works of righteousness come from God alone If we boast pridefully, we'll need to atone. Ego is known to edge God out and is not the way. God encourages us to walk humbly in this way.
A head full of knowledge without a heart's love Unwittingly detracts others' eyes from Heaven above. In all that we do, we need to learn to walk humbly, Setting God's example, and doing so gently.
(c) June 1, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“One of the greatest hindrances in coming to Jesus is the excuse of temperament. We make our temperament and our natural affinities barriers to coming to Jesus. The first thing we realize when we come to Jesus is that He pays no attention whatever to our natural affinities. We have the notion that we can consecrate our gifts to God. You cannot consecrate what is not yours; there is only one thing you can consecrate to God, and that is your right to yourself (Romans 12:1). If you will give God your right to yourself, He will make a holy experiment out of you. God’s experiments always succeed” – Oswald Chambers
It would be false to paint tranquility. A woman's world is one of complexity. Phrased in its phases, it takes a distortionist. To be a woman is to be a contortionist.
In the push-and-pull world of always there, It's plain to see there is a lot to fear. But one must always paint a smile even when moody. To do otherwise, would be to act rudely.
To be a woman is to show suitable restraint In the live-a-day world filled with constraints. Even in maturity, the world demands she's wild, Mixing guilt and innocence as a forever child.
Always pushing for a commitment to individuality, She has to give in to the demands of femininity. The moments of a woman's day lead to entanglement, A splash of fantasy helps keep the engagement.
So much of the conformity is plainly staged ruse. The clothes worn are at times socialized abuse. With painted faces, only the bodies tell it all. Fascination and repulsion concert in response and call.
To be a woman is to show suitable restraint In the live-a-day world filled with constraints. Even in maturity, the world demands she's wild, Mixing guilt and innocence as a forever child.
Patterns collected become images meant for hooking The viewer's eyes to always be forever looking. This false sense of self becomes a woman's identity, Disguised as it is the shape of divine femininity.
A woman's life has its sincere moments of stark clarity. She sees herself in others always seeking after sincerity. Her life's symphony plays as a tune quite ill at ease She reflects in a mirror doomed to want very much to please.
To be a woman is to show suitable restraint In the live-a-day world filled with constraints. Even in maturity, the world demands she's wild, Mixing guilt and innocence as a forever child.
... as one small soul who wants it all....
(c) May 31, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Sitting around with my eyes dilated For hours, wishing I was a sedated It leaves time to think and daydream. The universe expands at its seams.
Stark pen scratches on a blank page Drives the thoughts of the seeking sage. New thoughts lead to shocking queries, Expanding to questions into a series.
From a void filled only with dark, A singularity became the primal spark. From a single point came the vastness, Infinity invokes this awesomeness.
From seeming fragments came the unity That mankind would worship as divinity. Creation was born from the universal expansion That became the heavens of God's mansion.
A silent scream broke the first sacred heart. This was the coming of man from his start. Stretching fabric to find love in strange places, In the Garden, came new patterns of embraces.
The silence of dark energy filled the spaces. The emptiness forms the legacy of angelic faces. Celestial bodies dance all the colors of trance Whenever they are given a semblance of chance.
Light and darkness blend into cold equilibrium Feverish in the dreams of those living delirium. Like leaves on a cosmic wind, frozen moments of time Whisper the secrets from somewhere beyond the sublime.
With all these hints of a grand somethingness, Does it really come down to a thin gruel of nothingness? A widening of cracks and ticking of clocks leads the blind To where? And what is that humanity will find?
(c) May 30, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.” – Benjamin Franklin
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