Tag Archives: Every Day

Dropping the Wrong Attitude

Dropping the Wrong Attitudeby Michael DoyleTaking a deep breath with communityA moment to bring this to realityEvery day lived in our true measureLiving dignified even under pressureCrossing the valley of well-renown despairApproaching Gethsemane, the place of whereBeauty and brokenness are … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: We Must Do A Little Thinking Every Day and Not Pass Up the Front Page For the Sports Page As We Did Before. Vigilance Pays Interest and Compounds Into Peace

“Henceforward we must do a little civil thinking every day And not pass up the front page for the sports page as we did before. Vigilance pays interest and compounds into peace.” – Norman Corwin

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On the Third Day

On the Third Dayby Michael DoyleThe Holy Spirit brings us powerBut we bring tenderness to this hourEaster then is the pinnacle of gloryAs we tell the tale of the resurrection storyGod is the business of setting things rightHe paid for … Continue reading

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Waking From Lies

Waking From Liesby Michael DoyleThe life before usSeen as if waking from liesMaybe it never wasWe awake with opened eyesDanger stands on either sideWhile we choose our confessionWe can fake that it stops at wounded prideOr press forward despite our … Continue reading

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Another New Song Sung

Another New Song Sungby Michael Doyle The troubled midnight and the moon’s repose                      (La figlia Che Piange – T. S. Elliot)Made me think of song I’ve yet to composeToo many … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Peace On Earth Will Come To Stay, When We Live Christmas Every Day

“Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.” – Helen Steiner Rice

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Thought For the Day: One Ought, Every Day At Least, To Hear A Little Song, Read A Good Poem, See A Fine Picture and, It It Were Possible, Speak a Few Reasonable Words

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if it were possible, speak a few reasonable words.” -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, poet, dramatist, novelist, and philosopher (1749-1832)

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Michelle’s Poem (A Poem for A Friend)

Michelle’s Poem (A Poem for A Friend)by Michael DoyleShe’s not beyond magicTo believe otherwiseWould be something tragicYou can see it in her eyesShe’s got a laughFor every seasonIn her way of knowingBeyond all reasonIn that sunshine wayShe holds the world … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #25 Pieces d’Occasion

Na/GloPoWriMo #25:Pieces d’Occasion by Michael DoyleEvery day has its celebrationWhen approached with fascinationGiven with grace and latitudeGrateful to be alive is not a platitudeIn a world spinning the right directionWith enough intimacy to make connectionTo know my daughters are alive … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #11: Letters From Father To Daughter

Na/GloPoWriMo #11: Letters From Father To Daughterby Michael DoyleDearest Daughter,I didn’t know I would be a fatherWhen I took the chances that I didAnd I’ve always tried to keep it hidI see your eyes of confusionBetween truth and illusionAnd, yes, … Continue reading

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