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Where Stars Collide

Where Stars Collideby Michael DoyleSome animals have an affinity.It’s as if they’re part of the family.Love, it’s said, is a true heart’s bond.There’s mutual respect, and there is beyond.There are the many, and there are the few.But those who get … Continue reading

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City of David

City of Davidby Michael DoyleOlder than the empire of the ByzantineEven older than Ancient Greece,The City of David can be readily seenEven after 3800 years of war and peace.Pillars and pottery record the storyOf an indigenous people honoring God’s glory.Long … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Mystical Bond of Brotherhood Makes All Men Brothers

“The mystical bond of brotherhood makes all men brothers.” – Thomas Carlyle

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Cowboys and Mustangs

Cowboys and Mustangsby Michael DoyleThe Conquistadors brought horses to these landsBack 500 years ago, as best as I understandNow, thousands are allowed to wander freeCausing irreversible damage to the rangeland countryThe conflict arises over the carrying capacity50,000 horses await adoption … Continue reading

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Like A Velvet Snare

Like A Velvet Snareby Michael DoyleShe looked at meWith the eyes of an angelI was worried there’d beSome kind of angleI put my guard upShe dropped it with a smileBefore I knew what was upThere could be no denialI knew … Continue reading

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A Void of Emptiness

A Void of Emptinessby Michael DoyleApproaching the study of the edges of space Has only begun as technology sets the paceFor the time, it must be studied in deferenceAs it is a humbling, character-building experienceThe stars we watch are like … Continue reading

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Friendships Keep Us Alive

Friendships Keep Us Aliveby Michael DoyleChildhood friendship felt legendaryIt was elevated like a sacred entityAs we engraved our initials in our mindsCertain we’d never leave it behindPlaying games and sometimes wasting timeHelped us come across the better rhymesThat became the … Continue reading

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Everything Made Easier

Everything Made Easierby Michael DoyleEverything is made easier with a breathAnd the touch of your handI look into your soul and find the depthThat has always helped me to understandIt’s there in our strength of connectionSeeing from your perspective forms … Continue reading

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The Importance of the Word

The Importance of the Wordby Michael DoyleIn this roll of yearsSoftly past the flowing tearsI think on words soughtTo connect the dot-to-dotThe words in mindI seek and sometimes findThat words are cultureAnd culture is the we nurtureSlipped into this elasticityIs … Continue reading

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On the Third Day

On the Third Dayby Michael DoyleThe Holy Spirit brings us powerBut we bring tenderness to this hourEaster then is the pinnacle of gloryAs we tell the tale of the resurrection storyGod is the business of setting things rightHe paid for … Continue reading

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