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A Harper Rises

A Harper Risesby Michael DoyleWhen a harper rises from his slumberAnd whatever the spell that he’s been underHe will find his answers become rightAs though illuminated by the lightNo longer trading in colloquialisms and slightBut speaking only the true, noble, … Continue reading

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Our Father’s Embrace

Our Father’s Embraceby Michael DoyleYour faith has walked in my daysYour good has exceeded my praiseWith the mention of your nameYour wonders have brought me up from shameThere were days that I thought I would not liveBut you raised me … Continue reading

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Raised Small Town

Raised Small Townby Michael DoyleI was raised all around this world, you seeBelieving in America and our cherished libertyWherever it was that my family might be foundWe stood up straight and chased truth aroundUntil we caught it by its length … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Greatest Gift I Can Conceive of Having From Anyone Is To Be Seen, Heard, Understood, and Touched By Them

“I believe the greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen, heard, understood, and touched by them. The greatest gift I can give is to see, hear, understand, and touch another person.” -Virginia Satir, psychotherapist … Continue reading

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For Sierra (At Age 14)

For Sierra (At Age 14)by Michael DoyleThough sometimes now, I have to squint To get the clue of what it is you meantThis poem is for you as you reach 14Growing into one of my favorite human beingsWhether it’s building … Continue reading

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Big Sur

Big Surby Michael DoyleThinking back under Indiana’s rainMemories of a life spent in refrainWhere too much was never quite enoughAnd jokers begged a thief to call his bluffI remember back to when weeks were doneWe’d pack the car to drive … Continue reading

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Self-Stirred To Capability

Self-Stirred To Capabilityby Michael DoyleStepping up to live and serveI walk in more blessings than I deserveIn this faith, I grow and growLiving more love than I might knowGuilt and innocence is our cultureLitigious in nature is what we nurtureCaught … Continue reading

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The Christmas That Was Tragic

The Christmas That Was Tragicby Michael Doyle This Sunday, Christmas, is a bit tragicWhen we’ve stopped believing in magicWe call it adulting but it’s really notIt’s just the goodness we’ve simply forgot Take a deep breath, and try to believeIn … Continue reading

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Dependence

Dependenceby Michael DoyleWhen the days are darkestThat’s when we need your lightKeeping hope alive when we’re saddestYou bring morning to our nightKeeping hope there and aliveYou are the source by which we surviveWalking beside us in our humanityAnd loving us … Continue reading

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Eudaimonia

Eudaimoniaby Michael DoyleAs a matter of virtue and philosophical inquiryAristotle unveiled many a treasured mysterySetting eudaimonia as the telos of human lifeTranslated toward peace and against strifeInvestigations into the dream of pure reasonTurning the colors of each passing seasonThe functionality … Continue reading

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