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Thought For the Day: A Man May Commit Sin and Yet Be Ignorant of It, and Fancy Himself Innocent When He Is Guilty…We Shall Do Well To Remember That

“A man may commit sin and yet be ignorant of it, and fancy himself innocent when he is guilty… We shall do well to remember that when we make our own miserably imperfect knowledge and consciousness the measure of our … Continue reading Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Ultimate Measure of A Man Is Not Where He Stands In Moments of Comfort and Convenience, But Where He Stands At Times of Challenge and Controversy

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Fires Framing Truth

Fires Framing Truthby Michael DoyleHow can you serve the peopleWhen you’re feeding them lies?How can you mislead a motherAnd look her straight in the eyes?You think a dismissive smileIs all you need to wearAs you issue your political denialDon’t you … Continue reading

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A Desire For Positive Impact

A Desire for Positive Impactby Michael DoyleThis an age that embraces the apocalypse constantlyIt is hard to find anyone left who feels empathyFor those who want to live a life to its fullest measureIt is as though we have forgotten … Continue reading

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Seasons Lived

Seasons Livedby Michael DoyleLife comes and goesDefined in seasonsIt has its reasonsAs our life sowsThat which we reapComes with joy that we’ll keepKeeping goodness as our laneHoping all the others try to do the sameStepping forward into the greatnessWe know … Continue reading

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Remembering Prince

Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading

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Autarkeia

Autarkeiaby Michael DoyleIn these days of enhanced pushes for creativityWe slip and slide in our moral relativityGetting dazed and pushed by sex and violenceWe confuse this with mistaken social turbulenceYesterday’s logic is puzzled by the push and pullOf opinions and … Continue reading

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How Much Law Is Enough Law?

How Much Law Is Enough Law?by Michael DoyleIt is no secret that laws weren’t to be numerousNor were our laws meant to be written as voluminous Every one of our Founding Fathers made that clearWhen they said as much and … Continue reading

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Owed To America 2024

Owed To America 2024by Michael DoyleMy daughters ask me why is it you cryI think back on history and will not lieToo many brave souls have fought and diedFor us not to have mourned and criedThere was a time when … Continue reading

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Rated Pain

Rated Painby Michael DoyleSitting here tonight after the injuryI know that it won’t require surgeryBut all the same, I don’t like the painYet, asking me to rate it feels insaneThe trouble is as I stumbled and talkedIs that the path … Continue reading

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