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First Principles: May the Father of All Mercies Scatter Light, and Not Darkness, Upon Our Paths

“May the father of all mercies scatter light, and not darkness, upon our paths.” –George Washington, 1790

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There’s Maybe Nothing Better

There’s Maybe Nothing Betterby Michael DoyleThere is maybe nothingThat could be any betterHowever bright or gloomyThe day has turned the weatherThan spending this Sunday afternoonWatching dreams with my daughtersHearts overflowing with joy soonWatching Rudolph with their fatherThere’s nothing like a … Continue reading

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Starting Each Day In Devotion

Starting Each Day In Devotionby Michael Doyle Starting every day the right wayBrings about a good sort of dayKnowing that wherever we goGod follows us as if our best shadow No matter what comes as we scatterOur attention to the … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seams

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seamsby Michael DoyleThere on that snow fallen black of nightIn an alley filled with guilt’s blightDorian fears the tell of tongue wagged taleThat pursues him to the gates of HellThere are dreadful things … Continue reading

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Radically Reversed

Radically Reversedby Michael DoyleReversing the brokenness of circumstanceTo give sacred life to its every chanceKnowing that those who have less are not lessHowever much life’s moments might be a messThe most hurting present are our familyBlessed be this truth in … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #20: Sijo For An Ill-Turned Vaccination

Na/GloPoWriMo #20: Sijo For An Ill Turned Vaccinationby Michael DoyleFather, will you be alright? But of course, I will my dearsWith one hundred three point three, who might I fooling?The fire blazes hot inside, but not as deep as my … 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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Na/GloPoWriMo #6: Setting Fires To Feel Joy

Na/GloPoWriMo #6: Setting Fires To Feel Joyby Michael DoyleI set fires to feel joyIt’s just one of those tricksThat I employ – I ate my twin inside the wombNot being malicious, but…Just to have more elbow roomThey say,.. and maybe … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Word Became Flesh and Made His Dwelling Among Us. We Have Seen His Glory, the Glory of the One and Only Son, Who Came From the Father, Full of Grace and Truth

“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” – John 1:14

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I, Noelle

I, Noelleby Michael DoyleGrowing up there was nothing as pleasantAs waiting on Christmas Eve for presentsHe was like a lamb to metaphorical slaughterAs I snuck up on my Santa Claus fatherAs his daughter, there was much prideExcept for the part … Continue reading

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