Tag Archives: Dream

Reaching For the Improbable

Reaching For the Improbableby Michael DoyleCommitting to the improbableWe reach out to do the impossibleKnowing that we’re fully capableMaking these things, through God, possibleAnchored in faith and in visionAre opportunities opening with precisionLeading with faith into the futureThese are the … Continue reading

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This Is the Baseline

This Is the Baselineby Michael DoyleThis This is the baselineMissed The punchline that was a signThat That showed us the worldAs Every dream was found fetal and curledMost stages of consciousnessAre degrees of insanityMirrored images of pretentiousnessHeld to the light … 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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Every Day With You

Every Day With Youby Michael DoyleIn every way, people try to push apartIn all the ways that break our heartsIt’s one in a million who stay the courseInstead of changing out that tired horseToo many dreams they just fall apartIn … Continue reading

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Forge of Identity

Forge of Identityby Michael DoyleAlexander’s naked tears were weptFor the one secret that could not be keptThat there was an unconquered infinityOf worlds to be experienced on his journeyThat would never be his in infinite refrainNone of which could know … Continue reading

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Inspired By Conversation

Inspired By Conversationby Michael DoyleLife has its hitsThat come along the wayThe Devil has his duesWe all have to payIt’s a slow paradeThe passage of these yearsFilled with ups and downsIts smiles and its tearsBut of all the thingsThat have … Continue reading

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To the New Sunrise

To the New Sunriseby Michael DoyleHand to heart, heart to handI wish only that you understandThat even if it weren’t for all your charmI would never wish to bring you harmWhen and wherever you may goYou take my care beyond … Continue reading

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Looking For Words

Looking For Wordsby Michael DoyleI see you looking for wordsBut more than the wordsYou want to read the actionsThat bleed like a rose with satisfactionMaking a difference, plain to seeTo live, love, and dream is to beOne with this universal … Continue reading

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It’s A Sunday Conversation

It’s A Sunday Conversationby Michael DoyleThere’s something to give attentionWe’re all living in the tensionWe are not here for entertainmentBut we are here for engagementFiltered in God’s holy perceptionStanding in worship, giving our receptionIt is not the how in which … Continue reading

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Moonkyst and the Twisted Fae

Moonkyst and the Twisted Faeby Michael DoyleIn the early morning mistWe dream our dreams moonkystit’s a fantasy, some might sayBut it gets us through another daySome dance the dance of twisted faeWhile the music plays; they swayAs if it might … Continue reading

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