Tag Archives: Comfort

I Thought Myself An Eagle

I Thought Myself An Eagleby Michael DoyleI thought myself an eagleAnd built me a nest in solitudeAbove where I could watch beautyAnd very few might intrudeThe disappointments I’ve knownHave dried up my springs of hopeI retreat to that comfort shownAnd … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Ultimate Measure of A Man Is Not Where He Stands In Moments of Comfort and Convenience, But Where He Stands At Times of Challenge and Controversy

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Fiona’s Bee

Fiona’s Beeby Michael DoyleThere by the grace of April’s sleetWas a bumble bee at Fiona’s feetIt was good to start her morning pleasantlyCaught up in a childhood memoryHer father had taught her to pet them gentlyFiona did so then very … Continue reading

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Two-Way Street

Two-Way Streetby Michael DoyleI don’t have the words to sayAll the things that I must sayI silently sit here, and I prayI will somehow make my wayTo my shepherd, I will singThe holiest of holies, He is my kingYou know … Continue reading

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Love Is A Choice

Love Is A Choiceby Michael DoyleSometimes I silently look at youIn awe and wonder at all you doAnd I know, it’s true what some sayI fall deeper for you with each dayFor the good and bad of this voiceI know … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Remember, We All Stumble, Every One of Us. That’s Why It’s A Comfort To Go Hand In Hand

“Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.” – Emily Kimbrough, author and broadcaster (23 Oct 1899-1989)

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Putting the Good In the Goodness

Putting the Good in the Goodnessby Michael DoyleIn the days of my life, I seek every day to learnKnowing full well that there is much to discernSeeking only to do my best to live the good lifeI seek earnestly to … 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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First Principles: From the Practice of the Purest Virtue, You May Be Assured You Will Derive the Most Sublime Comforts In Every Moment of Life, and In the Moment of Death

“Dependence begets subservience and venality, suffocates the germ of virtue, and prepares fit tools for the designs of ambition.” ― Thomas Jefferson

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An Enduring Contemplation of Pain

An Enduring Contemplation of Painby Michael Doyle The things endured on that Day of PainWould drive most of us beyond insane360 strikes with a nail-ended whipWould be enough to make anyone lose grip Next the crucifixion with its degradationWas a … Continue reading

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