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Signaled Purity

Signaled Purityby Michael DoyleThe future is dark with obscurityFilled as it is with so much uncertaintyThe song of love will prevailAs the rains and winds outside swellYou can promise happiness and never knowThe fortunes that will come and goLike a … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: This Is the Secret of Life: the Self Lives Only By Dying, Finds Its Identity (and Its Happiness) Only By Self-Forgetfulness, Self-Giving, Self-Sacrifice, and Agape Love

“This is the secret of life: the self lives only by dying, finds its identity (and its happiness) only by self-forgetfulness, self-giving, self-sacrifice, and agape love.” – Peter Kreeft

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For All the Dickens…

For All the Dickens…by Michael DoyleIt’s on all these places and pages of the pastThat we look back on the things that didn’t lastWhen we do it is a surety that we will findAll those chains that constantly come to … Continue reading

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The Kindness of Blind Love

The Kindness of Blind Loveby Michael DoyleEvery once in a while, you findThat life can be a smile and be kindYou find, as I’ve sometimes foundThat if you don’t chase it aroundLove shows up, and it is kindThe best kind … Continue reading

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Each Moment’s Thankfulness

Each Moment’s Thankfulnessby Michael DoyleIn this world folded into blindnessToo many have forgotten kindnessI think it begins with gratitudeLooking on the world with right attitudeBefore this, there is the participationThat slowly seeps into relaxationPeace comes with every breath takenAllowing this … Continue reading

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Coming Back Again

Coming Back Againby Michael DoyleIn the killing schoolI met my limits and wonThat is life’s only ruleTo never be done – There’s a storm insideThat burns like a fireSomewhere beyond the walls of prideIt flows like a river of desirePushing … Continue reading

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Wind River

Wind Riverby Michael DoyleThe honest man finds solaceIn nature’s imperfectionsKnowing that nothing is flawlessHowever far man looks in any directionIn this lies the true beautyFelt as if compelled by dutyWith each passing year in successionMother Nature teaches her lessonsAs a … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Heart of A Mother Is A Deep Abyss, At the Bottom of Which You Will Always Find Forgiveness

“The heart of a mother is a deep abyss, at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” -Honore de Balzac, novelist (1799-1850)

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Thought For the Day: Defining Myself Is Like Confining Myself. So I Undefined Myself To Find Myself

“Defining myself is like confining myself. So I undefined myself to find myself.” – In-Q

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Thought For the Day: If We Were To Wake Up Some Morning and Find That Everyone Was The Same Race, Creed, and Color, We Would Find Some Other Cause For Prejudice By Noon

“If we were to wake up some morning and find that everyone was the same race, creed, and color, we would find some other cause for prejudice by noon.” – George D. Aiken, US senator (20 Aug 1892-1984)

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