Tag Archives: Forget

It’s Natural

It’s Naturalby Michael DoyleIt is as natural to dieAs it is to be bornThere is no point in asking whyNor is there to mournThe only reason we existIs not to serve in some questBut to know, after we no longer … Continue reading

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Finding A Seat At the Table

Finding A Seat At the Tableby Michael DoyleFinding a seat at the tableSuch as it is and the best we’re ableBegins with a story of circumstanceIn which every effort acts to enhanceThe dreams that come in planting treesThe roots of … Continue reading

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Dropping the Label

Dropping the Labelby Michael DoyleIn every moment, any given momentCan become the truth of a holy momentGod is with us wherever we areWhether in a building or under starsLife may not be fair, but God is faithfulBringing to our lives … Continue reading

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For Sierra At Age Thirteen

For Sierra At Age Thirteenby Michael DoyleIt seems only yesterdayThat you were a tweenAnd now my youngest princessIs aged perfectly to thirteenThere’s not a single dayThat I will ever forgetThe moments that have passedNor will I ever in any way … Continue reading

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Among the First Casualties

Among the First Casualtiesby Michael DoyleAmong the first casualties of warIs the promise that love will live onAnd if something goes wrong, lovers will love moreThe white heat of passion burns until it’s goneA touch, a line, a singular traceA … Continue reading

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A Life Lived Publicly

A Life Lived Publiclyby Michael DoyleWe walk through life brisklyThinking thoughts ironicallyAbout a life lived publiclyWhen it cannot be lived privatelyThere are eyes most everywhereAs the cameras blink and others stareIt only works if we live comfortablyWith the feeling we’re … Continue reading

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As If Nothing Else Matters

As If Nothing Else Mattersby Michael DoyleHow do you protect Russian speakersBy bombing them into oblivion?Mix up that experiment in your beakerYou say you’re doing this as a guardian?Returning to the homeland of the RusWhile treating the natives as if … Continue reading

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Planting Churches

Planting Churchesby Michael DoyleAs we look around on these troubled daysWe’re living through chaosIn a million different waysWe’re wishing for the innocenceWe once knew in times beforeWhen godly people lived as in in His presenceNow it seems life moves in … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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To See the World Again

To See the World Againby Michael DoyleTo see the world through new eyesIt might help me to again realizeThe splendors too often taken for grantedBy those of us whose views are slantedLights like stars seem to aboundAs life loses its … Continue reading

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