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Dreams and Voices

Dreams and Voicesby Michael DoyleThe real truth revealed in the nightRevels in its parts brought to lightEven those that sear and hurtBringing the mind in focus, fully alertPretending to give an ounce of careAbout all the divisiveness laid bareIt is … Continue reading

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Holistic Commitment

Holistic Commitmentby Michael DoyleThere is no real culture of lifeWithout the culture of married familyHere in this world filled with strifeThis is not just an empty homilyBut a call for holistic commitmentTo which there should be no resentmentBut a desire … Continue reading

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Inspired By Conversation

Inspired By Conversationby Michael DoyleLife has its hitsThat come along the wayThe Devil has his duesWe all have to payIt’s a slow paradeThe passage of these yearsFilled with ups and downsIts smiles and its tearsBut of all the thingsThat have … Continue reading

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Troubled Thoughts In the Night

Troubled Thoughts In the Nightby Michael DoyleLife knows its bestSpoken like a new languageIt’s written in secret alphabetYou can feel its rising heatSomewhere in that middle passageWithout words it reveals its secretA divine messenger singsOn the wind like a ghost … Continue reading

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In the Process of Confession

In the Process of Confessionby Michael DoyleKeeping reality and the Bible in contextIs a paradigm that constantly correctsTo keep truest meaning in its placeThroughout our lives, it’s a truth to embraceGod answers prayers in His timeTo do otherwise would be … 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 Morning’s Meditation

A Morning’s Meditationby Michael Doyle As in the beginning it is nowAs it will ever be yet somehowThough dead in sense from sinIf Christ is in us, we are born again Through the spirit living in eachWe are risen again … Continue reading

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Strike the Match

Strike the Matchby Michael DoyleLife broke our heartsAnd filled it with sorrowLife killed our hopeBy filling us with promised tomorrowsThere inside our broken smilesAre the tatters, we won’t leave behindEven for a sacred shot at sanityThat is, after all, naught … Continue reading

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Well Donne, Spirits In the Night

Well Donne, Spirits In the Nightby Michael Doyle To Donne’s feigned scorn the murderer was deadOnly to reappear as an apparition inside his headAll the spiritualism to be had inside one’s bedFrom the nightmares and seances, and things said The … Continue reading

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