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One Breath

One Breathby Michael DoyleHeaven has its melody,It plays like a full symphony.It’s calling us all home.We walk together, not alone.There’s a taste like eternityIn all that God has done for me.There is a home before our adoration,As certain as we … Continue reading

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Does It Make You Cry?

Does It Make You Cry?by Michael DoyleWhen you’re tired of laughing,Does it make you cry?This life you’ve been living, It turned out to be a lie.When you’ve given all you can,And your best isn’t good enough,Sometimes it’s hard to be … Continue reading

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I Am More Than

I Am More Thanby Michael DoyleSomewhere beneath the scratches and dust Is the man who has survived life’s bust.Though sometimes coiled up and hissing,I am well aware of the things I’m missing.I am more than this collection of bones.I know … Continue reading

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About A Death

About A Deathby Michael DoyleToday, I watched a show about deathI have to admit, it took away my breathAs I try to write this bit of poetryIt’s weird to think how much it’s hitting meIt’s hard to write with tears … Continue reading

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Several Levels From Myself

Several Levels From Myselfby Michael DoyleLiving lifeSeveral levels from myselfI usually have my noseStuck in a book from a shelfYou were a swirl of perfectionWithout a flaw in detectionWhat was I supposed to doBut to fall madly in love with … Continue reading

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It Hardly Counted

It Hardly Counted by Michael DoyleIn all my time in the dreadful warI felt certain of something moreA lot of horrible things occurredLooking back they’ve all blurredThese horrors handled with graceAre the worst, most of us faceTo know that man’s … Continue reading

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Thought For Today: Most of All, Perhaps, We Need Intimate Knowledge of the Past. Not That the Past Has Any Magic About It, But Because We Cannot Study the Future

“Most of all, perhaps, we need intimate knowledge of the past. Not that the past has any magic about it, but because we cannot study the future, and yet need something to set against the present, to remind us that … Continue reading

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Joyful Contemplation

Joyful Contemplationby Michael DoyleLooking back on times I’ve hadI rejoice and find myself gladI’m certain of things I believeAnd I stand ready to receiveKnowing that God is wise and strongAnd I am often weak and often wrongI bless God’s name … Continue reading

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Beautifully Amazed

Beautifully Amazedby Michael DoyleWe paint a life seen togetherCertain that our blessings are betterAs we talk into the nightBefore we know it, it’s the morning lightLearning things of complexityAs we break it down into simplicityLife can be overly demandingBut it … Continue reading

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Totality and Doom

Totality and Doomby Michael DoyleYesterday, the moon blotted out the sunIn the same way, it has frequently doneThe people traveled from miles aroundHoping they would see something to astoundTheir weary minds at least for a little whileSome came to be … Continue reading

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