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Life Without Light

Life Without Lightby Michael DoyleLife without lightIs the color they died inDarker than nightIs the least of their sinsI can’t say you’ll like thisBut we need to risk regretFor all the world cried amissAt the lost beauty, we must regretSabbath … Continue reading

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Path of Humility

Path of Humilityby Michael DoyleLike a vagabond in the nightI was just hoping to find the lightGrowing tired of relying on my own sightI was determined to get it rightTurning my habits to be set freeAs God came to save … Continue reading

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If We Wish For the True Keys of the Kingdom

If We Wish For the True Keys of the Kingdomby Michael DoyleIt is said that in life’s great travestyThat it was the things of curiosityThat finally killed off the barn catBut I would bet that if we looked in the … Continue reading

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The Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading

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In Our Praise

In Our Praiseby Michael DoyleThe mercy shines brightStrong in battle; setting things rightJesus rules over us allAs in in His presence, we recallThat no one has this powerThat the Lord brings every hourSeated on His holy throneReigning over us as … Continue reading

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A Cosmogony of Fear

A Cosmogony of Fearby Michael DoyleIn a wide sweep of the Temple ApolloIs the beginning of what the Oracle knowsThe things of myth, from the the beginning growAs the memories of three sisters glowsImagined become the stories that resonateGlobal fears … Continue reading

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First Principles: Four…Stumbling Blocks In the Way of …Truth,…Weak and Unworthy Authority, Longstanding Custom, the…Ignorant Crowd, and the Hiding of Our Own Ignorance

“There are in fact four very significant stumbling blocks in the way of grasping the truth, which hinder every man however learned, and scarcely allow anyone to win a clear title to wisdom, namely, the example of weak and unworthy … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: You Always Know the Mark of A Coward. A Coward Hides Behind Freedom. A Brave Person Stands In Front of Freedom and Defends It For Others

“You always know the mark of a coward. A coward hides behind freedom. A brave person stands in front of freedom and defends it for others.” – Henry Rollins.

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Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?

Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?by Michael DoyleThe teenaged yearsOf Saturday night solitudeWas a parade of smiles and tearsAnd many dramasWaiting to intrudeInto the happiness that cameAnd that provided the frameIn moments of ShakespeareThat kept us awakeMaking us braver than our … 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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