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Happy Death Day!

Happy Death Day!by Michael DoyleSplitting hangover starts the dayAgain and again in instant replayYou’re certain you have been here beforeFrom what’s seen, you don’t need thinking any moreDespite appearances, you won’t feel better tomorrowYour two choices are either fear or … Continue reading

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A Void of Emptiness

A Void of Emptinessby Michael DoyleApproaching the study of the edges of space Has only begun as technology sets the paceFor the time, it must be studied in deferenceAs it is a humbling, character-building experienceThe stars we watch are like … Continue reading

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In A World of Thoughts and Other Misgivings

In A World of Thoughts and Other Misgivingsby Michael DoyleIn a world of thoughts and other misgivingsThere is a lot of hurt in need of forgivingNot just for you or for me, but all it seemsThere are just too many … Continue reading

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Minding God’s Own Business

Minding God’s Own Businessby Michael DoyleIt’s how it is that we should liveWe find that God has work to giveIn an echo of principles, we need clarityOf what is necessary to enable us to seeTo lack in clarity is an … Continue reading

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One By One

One By Oneby Michael DoyleWe work the problemsOne by oneOne at a timeThat’s how it’s doneWe face the worldOne step at a timeRemaining undefeatedWe struggle for primeThe point of no returnComes fast as we learnThere’s no turning backFrom the life … Continue reading

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Feels Like Singin’ In the Rain

Feels Like Singin’ In the Rainby Michael DoyleAcross the musicals of American BroadwayThe composers have found a thousand waysTo move our spirits to hurt and to soarAnd they leave us wanting to hear moreAs the songsters lay our souls bare … Continue reading

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Cracking Hearts Into Holiness

Cracking Hearts Into Holinessby Michael DoyleThe temptations that we faceAre common to others as we embraceGod’s family, and begin to shareThis walk of love in all that we careIndifference and hurt build the wallsThat hardens us, until we recallOur need … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: When You Hurt People, They Begin To Love you Less. That’s What Careless Words Do. They Make People Love You A Little Less

“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.” – Arundhati Roy

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Living In Gentleness

Living In Gentlenessby Michael DoyleOpen-armed and opened-handed to receiveI live by that which I believeLooking with godly eyes is part of worshipLived within our loving relationshipsGentleness takes intention to live outBut it is harder still to live withoutWe must not … Continue reading

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Puer Aeternus

Puer Aeternusby Michael DoyleIt seems that from out of nowhere subtleThere’s an argument that has no rebuttalThat all of my desire for the highest riskHas passed my logic by walking tall and briskMy life had always been fairly straight and … Continue reading

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