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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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Tagged Active Life, Aristotle, Believe, Busily Being, Colors, Complicated, Conceive, Conscience, Dealt, Dedicated, Deep Meaning, Detail, Discern, Dream, Dreams, End In Itself, Ethical Aims, Eudaimonia, Felt, Fleeting, Flourishing, Four Causes, Functionality, Gist, Grace, Greeting, Grown, Happiness, Honor, Human Bengs, Human Life, Investigation, Knowledge, Learn, Least Regret, Life Well Lived, Live Well, Lyceum, Means To the Ends, Measured In Moments, Measured In Reasons, Momentary Joy, Museum, Mystery, Nourish, Pass, Passing of Years, Passing Season, Path Forward, Peace, Philosophical Inquiry, Pleasure, Poetry and Poems, Politics, Processes, Pure Reason, Right Conditions, Science, Self-Contained, Shelf, Spirtuality, Streets, Strife, Student, Tears, Telos, Temporary, Translated, Treasure, Truth, Veracity, Virtue, Walking Lectures, Window's Ledge, Wisdom
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A Cry for Uvalde
A Cry for Uvaldeby Michael DoyleSomewhere beyond a world of feelingIs the way of knowing healingThese are the times for being an exampleThe differences made will be ampleFighting not with fists but with prayerPeeling back the onion of life, layer … Continue reading
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Tagged Actions, Alone, Ample, Beautiful Souls, Behind, Belief, Best Fights, Blame, Bullied, Burnt to the Ground, Candlelight, Community, Cornerstone, Cruelly Dealt, Cry, Cuentas, Dead, Differences Made, Dificil, Disease, Dreams, Every Day, Every Single Day, Example, Faces, Faith, Families, Fault Is His, Favorite Songs, Feeling, Felt, Fight the Good Fight, Fighting, Grief, Gut Wrenching Torments, Hand of Lucifer, Healing, Humbled Cry, Hundreds, It Didn't Have To Be His Choice, Knees, Know, La Muerte de Los Ninos, Layer, Lifted A Hand, Lifting Our Voices, Lives, Loss, Love, Loved Ones, Matters, Memories, Mi Apoyo, Momento, Moments, Morning, Mourning, Nation, Night, Not With Fists, Noticia, Onion of Life, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Prayers, Question Why, Rebuild, Sabes, Safe, Salvador Ramos, School, Sense, Shakes and Shatters, Shamed, Silently Erected, Sin, So Be It, So It Will Be Done, Sorrow, Survive, Survivor's Guilt, Tears, Thursday, Times, Torture, Traces, Tragedy, Transcend, Trust Falling, Twenty-One Crosses, Used Their Voice, Uvalde, Vigils, Viviendo, Walk, Warnings, Wicked Ways, Wounds, Years
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Have A Blessed and Merry Christmas One and All!
Though it isn’t a white one And it seems it’s all been done Today is Christmas Day May it be blessed in every way! Let us never forget the holy reason That stands behind the season And keep our blessings … Continue reading
Posted in Thought For the Day
Tagged Before, Behind, Blessed, Blessings, Chase, Christmas Day, Done, Door, Embrace, Every Way, Familiar, Felt, Friends, Grace, Heart, Holy Reason, Merry Christmas, Mind, Never Forget, Relations, Remember, Season, Thought For the Day, Troubles, Welcome, White
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What’s In A Poem But Words
What’s In A Poem But Wordsby Michael DoyleWhat’s in a poem but words you sayThey can be written in many a wayAll it takes is the heart behind the thoughtsAnd to feel the flow of the shoulds and oughtsWhen you … Continue reading
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Tagged Come Out, Courage, Deep Inside, Deepest Time, Elixir, Expression, Feeling Kind, Felt, Flow, Heaps, Heard, Heart, Heart Melt, Impression, Keyboard, Let It Out, Look Back In Time, Magic Potiions, Met You, Motion, My Heart, Oughts, Pen, Poem, Poetic Leaps, Poetry, Poetry and Poems, Revealed, Rhyme, Same Way, Shout, Sing, Stilled, Thoughts, Whisper, Words, Write, Written
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Na/GloPoWriMo #7: Spanish Flower Shadorma
Na/GloPoWriMo #7: Spanish Flower Shadorma by Michael DoyleTime stands stillAs I turn awaySlowing downTides are feltDeep inside my fragile soulInnocence betraysCastle sandsSlip through my fingersWashed awayAs alwaysI look into setting sunsWondering at whyBest of timesPass away too fastIn your eyesIn … Continue reading
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Tagged Always, Believe, Best of Times, Betray, Castle Sands, Deep Inside, Felt, Fingers, Fragile Soul, Hate, Innocence, Look, My Eyes, Na/GloPoWriMo, Pass Away, Poetry and Poems, Setting Sun, Shadorma, Slip, Slowing Down, Spanish Flower, Still, Tides, Time, Too Fast, True, Turn Away, Washed Away, When You Leave, Why, Wondering, Your Eyes
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A Little Bit of Empathy
A Little Bit of Empathyby Michael DoyleThe relationship is about youAnd then again, it’s about meIt’s about our step into divinityDo we love our God flawlessly?It’s about the work yet to be doneIt’s about God’s love poured out to everyoneLet’s … Continue reading
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Tagged 50 Years, About Me, Accursed Grief, Advances, All of the Others, All That Is Holy, Allowing God, Another Great Awakening, Awaken, Back, Belief's Beauty, Calamites, Decline, Divinity, Empathy, Encouragement, Family, Felt, Find, Find Our Salvation, Finding Our Way Back, Flawlessly, From Bondage and Back, From Its Perversion, God, God's Voice, God's Love, Good Book, Gospel, Grow, Humble Ourselves, Interdependent, Is Needed, Keeping True, Lack, Life Dealt, Little Bit, Live Holy, Lives' Conversion, Losing Our Liberty, Loss, Loss of God, Love Our God, Meeting Together, Necessary Decision, No Longer Drowning, Not Strife, Our Step, Passion, Peace of Love, Poetry and Poems, Poured out, Pray, Prayer, Public Display, Pushed Out of Our History, Relationship, Restore, Revive, Sacred Community, Sacred Duty, Sanctity, Save Our Society, Save the Nation, Sea of Apathy, Seeking God's Love, Serve In Our Belief, Serving, Sisters and Brothers, Step Forward, Stripped, Technology, The Church, Theology, There Is No Liberty, Thrive, Toward, True Revival, Truly Heeded, Two Hundred Years, Waters of Our Life, What We Need, When We Look, Without God's Laws, Work, Yet To Be Done, You
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In the Providence of Seneca
In the Providence of Senecaby Michael DoyleIn the age of ancient tyrannyWhen Rome had lost its libertyEven a good man might compromiseFor the partial good seen in his eyesThough at times, it took its tollTo hide his better angels in … Continue reading
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Tagged Absolute, Age, All That Happens, Ancient, Beg For Mercy, Belong, Better Angels, Bind, Blessing, Breath of Life, Code, Complexity, Compromise, Confronted, Correspondence, Creation, Cringe, Death, Destroy, Deviation, Divinity, Done, E, Epistles, Every, Evil, Evil For Evil, Eyes, Face to Face, Facing Adversity, Fast, Felt, Fiddle, Final Analysis, For Good, Full, Garment, God, God Works, Good, Good Man, Good Person, Greater, Grow, Hide, His Creation, Hold True, Just, Kill, Knowing, Liberty, Life, Lost, Mankind, Moral Relativists, Mortal, Name of God, Nation, Natural Law, Nero, No Choice, Nobility, Order, Partial Good, Path, Perfection, Photograph, Play, Poem, Poetry, Pray, Providence, Regardless, Return, Right and Wrong, Right Way, Righteousness, Role, Rom, Rule, Satisfaction, Seam, Self, Seneca, Sense, Setting Sun, Shade, Shadows, Showing, Situational Ethics, Slavery, Socrates, Sonorous, Soul, Strains, Subjugation, Test of Evil, Testimony, Thoughts, Time, Times, Toll, Traces, Tyranny, Understood, Universe
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