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In Moving Pictures

In Moving Picturesby Michael DoyleDrawing on our life’s experienceThere are characters of preference.They serve as molds of imagination.So much of life is pure improvisation.The charm that got us byAs we hustled to give life our try.The shots of the frame-by-frameAre … Continue reading

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As Invincible As the Stars

As Invincible As the Starsby Michael DoyleAnother Father’s Day approaches soon.I think on this under the shining moon.I love talking to each of my daughters,And I realized I’m blessed to be their father.I think on the long drives and all … Continue reading

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Lapsed Into Vulnerability

Lapsed Into Vulnerabilityby Michael DoyleFor most of my life, it’s been grasp and capabilityNow we’ve followed the Silent Generation into vulnerability. Our straightforward path toward security and prosperityLent itself to jaded jokes that were mostly others’ jealousy.The sky was the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Life Is Inconvenient. Life Is Lumpy. A Lump In the Oatmeal, A Lump In the Throat and A Lump In the Breast Are Not the Same Kind of Lump, One Needs To Learn the Difference.

“One of life’s best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you’ve got a problem. Everything … Continue reading

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First Principles: If Their Rejection Brought Reconciliation To the World, What Will Their Acceptance Be But Life From the Dead?

“If their rejection brought reconciliation to the world, what will their acceptance be but life from the dead?” – Romans 11:15

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Questioning the Process

Questioning the Processby Michael DoyleIn and out of our lives, we hearThose thoughts around us that persevere.Pushing and prodding us with possibility,And we gravitate toward what has plausibility.There are no promises, only process.We take our nibbles here and there to … Continue reading

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Until It Unfolds

Until It Unfoldsby Michael DoyleLife’s biggest projectsAre a lot to figure out.Life success, not reject.Even the best life has doubt.Because of this or despite this,We don’t want to have a miss.So we find ourselves pressing onUntil all our tomorrows are … Continue reading

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Let Love Forever Echo

Let Love Forever Echoby Michael DoyleLet love forever echoEvery moment’s helloSpoken by Jesus’s nameWithin the holy picture frame.Life is known like a fire,Filled with arguable desire.To walk in His power,Reborn with every passing hour.He brings this joy we’re feeling,As I … Continue reading

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Sudden Thunderstorm

Sudden Thunderstormby Michael DoyleWhen I left to go hike, the skies were clear.I just wanted God and nature’s path to be near.Besides missing my daughters, my world had no care.It turned out that this illusion was its own snare.Having hiked … Continue reading

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Memory’s Connection

Memory’s Connectionby Michael DoyleMemory goes beyond mere collection.Below the skin is the synaptic connection.Life is weathered by the sun and the rain,Until there is no awareness left in the brain.Dementia is nature’s worst solitude,Alone in the night where emptiness intrudes.Alzheimer’s … Continue reading

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