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Lifted Song

A sort of song of praise: Lifted Song by Michael Doyle With a lifted song I find myself drawn To where I belong Awakening with the dawn I’ve seen all that you’ve done Mystified by the glory of the Son … Continue reading

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To Learn To Love

Based in part on Colossian 3:13: To Learn To Love by Michael Doyle Bearing as we do with each other Learning daily to forgive and love one another It is always the greatest of love’s expression And the hardest to … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Name…American…Must Always Exalt the Just Pride of Patriotism, More Than Any Appellation Derived From Local Discriminations

“The name of American, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations.” – George Washington (1796)    

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Feelings Felt That Night

Poem Number 5 in the retelling of a classic story of a werewolf event in the life of an otherwise uneventful village: Feelings Felt That Night by Michael Doyle The feelings felt surpass right and wrong It is more a … Continue reading

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Indiana Back Hills

I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works.  It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination.  On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the … Continue reading

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Back Chat of Eternal Insomnia

So many of us spend countless hours into the we hours of the night staving off the limited hours until the morning light.  Insomnia and its accompanying sleep exhaustion have claimed many of us and leading into less good than … Continue reading

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21st Century Goings On

Dedicated to George Floyd and all victims of brutality in hope that we may yet find our way to a more just and less cruel world shared in our walk of humanity.  Marvin Gaye would probably be rolling over in … Continue reading

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The Lateness of the Hour

Returning back to a promised project that was set down for a time and based in part on The Twilight Zone, Season 2, Episode 8: The Lateness of the Hour by Michael Doyle In a labyrinth of the mind’s imprecision We … Continue reading

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In A Place of Longing

Based in part on Augustine’s Enchiridion: In A Place of Longing by Michael Doyle I suppose there’s no sense in prolonging Stating that the gist of life is belonging The rumor has it that its in what we love And … Continue reading

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Dragged Into the Streets

Thinking a lot on education and civilization and why and how there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to how each is allegedly to work out.    Fairly serious stuff and yet how can a person not … Continue reading

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