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The Riddle of the Sands

The Riddle of the Sandsby Michael DoyleWith my mind’s last breathI felt myself melt into my death.Reality faded into flowery dimensions,None of which flows with great precision.But the sounds inside were already goneBefore I realized what it was to go … Continue reading →

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Too Many Miles, Too Many Tears

Too Many Miles, Too Many Tearsby Michael DoyleLooking back on all the miles I’ve drivenOver lands other believed they were givenI find a lot is needed to be forgivenWere it not for being too busy livingI remember coming to Indiana … Continue reading →

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Honored In My Praise

Honored In My Praiseby Michael DoyleFrom now until my deathI’ll praise God to my last breathWhether doubtful or in confidenceI’ll put my faith in providenceKnowing that God stays in controlHis is the hold on my soulThere is nothing to hideAs … Continue reading →

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Rumor Is…

Rumor Is…by Michael DoyleRumor is that happinessIs not a preconceived moment of blissBut a journey through the yearsTaken awhile with all of your peersWho feel as though they’ve lived theirs rightWhile yours has been a constant fightFaceless and somehow namelessThey … Continue reading →

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The One Who Won’t Go Away

The One Who Won’t Go Awayby Michael DoyleIn the air is a feeling of anticipationAs we joyfully prepare our contributionChristmas is coming as if we’re dreamingSoul shine fills us as if it’s beamingGod is with us as we happily prepare … Continue reading →

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A Jingle Bell Sort of Love

A Jingle Bell Sort of Loveby Michael DoyleThe city lights shine so brightBringing a little Christmas to my nightThere’s joy in how the sleigh bells ringAnd I love the happy way the children singStill, life happens as it doesThere’s no … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: We Make A Living By What We Get, But We Make A Life By What We Give

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” – Winston Churchill

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If Space and Time…

If Space and Time…by Michael DoyleIt’s only been a matter of a few passing yearsI’m alone on your birthday except for my tearsTalking to God again, I stare off into the nightYours was the sisterly love that was my guiding … Continue reading →

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