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Lessons From Alcestis

Lessons From Alcestisby Michael DoyleAlcestis was the fairest of daughtersMuch beloved by Pelias, her fatherSo too loved by her husband, AdmetusAnd of her son, the warrior EumelusFearing that death might come to soonMade Admetus err in bringing love to ruinFor … Continue reading →

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Whatever Our Circumstances Now

Whatever Our Circumstances Nowby Michael DoyleThanks given in every circumstanceNo matter the truth of the happenstanceThere’s a joyful noise to raiseAs we join together in our praiseSing our song as we rejoice togetherRedeemed by His grace, life is betterLike prisoners … Continue reading →

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On the Altar of My Life

On the Altar of My Lifeby Michael DoyleIn every moment, even or oddYou put me together, Lord GodIn every flaw and every breakYou have eased every single acheYou have shown me the truthLived every moment since my youthEvery shame of … Continue reading →

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Truth In Gratitude

Truth In Gratitudeby Michael DoyleIt isn’t just a thoughtBut the needed actionActing in rightful gratitudeBrings its satisfactionThankfulness is the beginningOf the truest gratitudeIt’s the fat chance that’s thinningUnless given in the right attitudeStruck as we are on life’s tread millWe … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: I Am Grateful For What I Am and Have. My Thanksgiving Is Perpetual.

“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite – only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this … Continue reading →

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Reflections on Dorian Gray, Pt. IX: Released From This Evil

Reflections on Dorian Gray, Pt IX: Released From this Evilby Michael DoyleA chain smoked cigar puffed on to make amendsBetween two estranged who had once been friendsTo be young again and to set sail into the dawnUntil one realizes it … Continue reading →

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Trusting God’s Plan

Trusting God’s Planby Michael DoyleLiving Life in my recoveryEach day becomes a new discoveryPrivileged to take another breathI choose life over living deathI’ve had my share of heartachesMore than enough of the heartbreaksI’ve been let down by my mistakesAnd now … Continue reading →

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Skandalon

Skandalonby Michael DoyleI won’t take the baitOf living this fateFalling for the offenseOf people speaking through pretenseTriggered into living this trapThinking and feeling the rapHit after hit comes my wayI see it happening day after dayThe pains that are feltIn … Continue reading →

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Breath Walks Through The Back Door

Breath Walks Through The Back Doorby Michael DoyleMusic is the magic of the tones we findIn leaving our troubled world far behindFeeding our core once and againCan be the breath of the violinAs breath walks through the back doorOpening the … Continue reading →

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Not Even Death

Not Even Deathby Michael DoyleIf only the hand of loveCould ensnare the moonAnd if belief in the stars aboveBrought faith to the near and soonThere would be nothing to being handledNo complications to become rattledJust the courage needed to be … Continue reading →

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