Tag Archives: Circle

The Original Wild Child

The Original Wild Childby Michael DoyleOver pizza. we swung from vine to vineThese laughing daughters making the timeTo watch a remake of Tarzan this Saturday nightEach smile a moonbeam of their father’s delightWe talk as we watch Africa’s original feral … Continue reading

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Searching For Signals

Searching For Signalsby Michael DoyleTrying to save our soulsIn the messes we makeSpinning out of controlThough all of our mistakesPressing out from the undergroundTo be just who it is that we areA part of all that we have foundIn the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Beauty Comes In All Shapes and Sizes. Small, Large, Circle, Square, Thin Crust, Thick Crust, Stuffed Crust, Extra Toppings

“Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. Small, large, circle, square, thin crust, thick crust, stuffed crust, extra toppings.” – Anonymous

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Thought For the Day: Few Are the Giants of the Soul Who Actually Feel That the Human Race Is Their Family Circle

“Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.” – Freya Stark, explorer and writer (1893-1993)

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Wall of Ego

Wall of Egoby Michael DoyleSelf righteous PhariseesAre often truth’s worst enemiesIn looking down on others, you miss the skiesSelf-deceived by our prideful, lying eyesMissing the mark of God, in favor of meBelieving myself the pilot of my lifeI mistake my … Continue reading

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Remember To Forget

Remember To Forgetby Michael DoyleAs long as there is lifeThere is, at least, some hopeRegardless of our strifeThis helps us to quietly copeThose things that bring us to edgeWe need to forgive as our sinThat which as brought us to … Continue reading

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Whispered My Reminder

Whispered My Reminderby Michael DoyleWhispered my reminderOf how it should beI thought I’d never find herMy side by side for eternityYou hear it said that true loveLasts and you know it never endsGod reveals this from abovePatiently blessing lovers as … Continue reading

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Meditative Movement

In these last months, as if we haven’t been too sedentary in the first place, we have been almost nothing but stuck in and out of sorts with finding ways to keep moving.  This is counter to what is best … Continue reading

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Jesus Wept (Ephphatha)

God took the form of man and lived experiencing all that we do.  In so doing, He experienced all of our feelings.  Based in part on John 11:38: Jesus Wept (Ephphatha) by Michael Doyle One of the best secrets never … Continue reading

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Dead Men and Their Tales

Even Al Capone thought of himself as a public servant… Dead Men and Their Tales by Michael Doyle It is strange so it seems Clinging to faraway dreams Thoughts stuffed inside my head Dedicated to a father long since dead … Continue reading

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