Tag Archives: Live

Letting An Innocent Man Die

Yes, this is still a big issue if not the biggest issue with me left over from the work for which I will always take a bit of my dignity and honor (such as it is) from.   Even one … Continue reading →

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All That Mistaken Jazz

In this day and age, there is so little convention of civility that is kept and each indiscretion perhaps leads further to those things that act in concert to break down society. All That Mistaken Jazz by Michael Doyle Conversations … Continue reading →

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Venice – Piazza San Marco

Venice, Italy is one of the beautiful and historical places in the world that we could all use some familiarity.   This is a look at Piazza San Marco. Venice – Piazza San Marco by Michael Doyle Through the Bacino … Continue reading →

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On Habits of Soap, Water and Masks

My youngest princess is fond of teasing the truth that we are living history.  What a memory this all will be one day won’t it?   They’ll be able to say they lived through a global crisis and remember things … Continue reading →

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This Haunting Song

Some say this time we live in is too familiar to the Spanish Influenza back in 1918.   So far, the numbers don’t even remotely echo that horrific event.  Still… This Haunting Song by Michael Doyle This epidemic is a … Continue reading →

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In A Place of Longing

Based in part on Augustine’s Enchiridion: In A Place of Longing by Michael Doyle I suppose there’s no sense in prolonging Stating that the gist of life is belonging The rumor has it that its in what we love And … Continue reading →

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Blowing Down the Walls

Based in part on 2 Corinthians 2:14-16: Blowing Down the Walls by Michael Doyle Blown away by righteousness and grace Profound joy takes down all my walls Mercy has taken me to this place I have found my peace in … Continue reading →

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A Godly Mother

Based in part on 2 Timothy 1:1-7 and, of course, thoughts on Mother’s Day: A Godly Mother by Michael Doyle Without any sense of shy timidity God speaks through Second Timothy That which we’d do well to recognize Every mother … Continue reading →

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First Principles: Wish Not As Much To Live Long As To Live Well

“Wish not as much to live long as to live well.” – Benjamin Franklin, in Poor Richards Almanack (1746)      

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The Way of Swords

A warrior knows the  ways of war.  It’s that fighting soul so often missing in these times. The Way of Swords by Michael Doyle The way of swords Knows its own destiny Like an apple sliced and cored It is … Continue reading →

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