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First Principles: Clothe Yourselves With Tenderhearted Mercy, Kindness, Humility, Gentleness, and Patience

“Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so … Continue reading

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We’ll Burn Our Memory

We’ll Burn Our Memoryby Michael DoyleThere is nothing more humanThen knowing that you are brokenAs time slips by as it canAnd words meander or are unspokenTime is fleeting and not to squanderLet me entreat you to spend yours wellThere are … Continue reading

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As To Heaven, Our Hands Raise

As To Heaven, Our Hands Raiseby Michael DoyleIn our Christian legacyJesus is our first priorityHe is before all other thingsAnd He is for whom we singIn the beginning was the WordBefore any other thought occurredUntil He came to dwell among … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Everyone Discusses My Art and Pretends To Understand, As If It Were Necessary To Understand, When It Is Simply Necessary To Love

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” – Claude Monet, painter (14 Nov 1840-1926)

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A Father’s Love

A Father’s Loveby Michael DoyleA young girl hurtsWith the soul of a womanWhy doesn’t anyone understandA father listens, alert -Doing the best that he canSilently, he offers his handShe dries her eyesWhile he simply listensTo the questions on her mindHe … Continue reading

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Layers of Emotion

Layers of Emotionby Michael DoyleOur hearts hold feelings deeper than oceansIt’s up to us to manage our own emotionsThe heart of the matter is that hearts matterYet, we must do this or our lives might shatterFeelings are so very hard … Continue reading

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Hands Tell the Story

Hands Tell the Storyby Michael DoyleSmooth and sultryThe jazz flautistSmooths out her linesSoothing like a silk mysteryThe jazz flautistBlows our mindsWhile somewhereIn that over thereA man watches a womanWishing he might persevereAnd didn’t know the fearLike only a man in … Continue reading

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Under the Potter’s Hands

Under the Potter’s Handsby Michael DoyleUnder the potter’s handsHe forms the clayWe talk, He understandsWe live yet another dayIn our time, we fold handsAcross the world, in many landsTalking to God quietlyRescued from myself politelyGod in His purpose and mercyCorrects … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: We Didn’t Love Freedom Enough. And Even More – We Had No Awareness of the Real Situation…We Purely and Simply Deserved Everything That Happened Afterward

“We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more — we had no awareness of the real situation… We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.” – Soviet dissident Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (1918-2008)

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The Maze (Inside Our Minds)

The Maze (Inside Our Minds)by Michael DoyleConsciousness is who we areEqually near as it is farPast every bit of memoryRather in sadness or reveriePast the loops of improvisationThat edges us toward our creationTeetering there on the edges of madnessAre the … Continue reading

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