Tag Archives: Mystery

I Want To Write A Praise Song

I Want To Write A Praise Songby Michael DoyleI know that the past is always present.It’s nothing to me that I will resent.The scars are a reminder of whereI fell down, and God was always there.I was struggling, unable to … Continue reading

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No Limits, Only Hope

No Limits, Only Hopeby Michael DoyleAs a child looking for a telescopeI saw no real limits, only new hope.I’d dream of the planets spinning,Each of them offering new beginnings.There, in every new world to be found,Is something that makes my … Continue reading

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The Shaman’s Missing Chord

The Shaman’s Missing Chordby Michael DoyleThe struggle for life’s force,The mystery in seeking its source,Blazed as Morrison’s eyes glow.On what side would we learn to know.It’s easier to scare an audience,Portraying the figure of scorn and diffidence.Twirling into a dance … Continue reading

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Truths Inside A Marsh

Truths Inside A Marshby Michael DoyleThe watershed exists as a space of lightThat becomes evermore magical at nightAs water evaporates into the skyWe sit here watching as the egrets flyIn true swampy marsh, the herons nestThey fly there at night … Continue reading

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If You’re Going To Stay

If You’re Going To Stayby Michael DoyleDespite the world’s distractionsWe hear the clarion call for actionThere is much to be doneIf this battle is to be wonEach side fights to stay on topIn and endless cycle that never stopsIt doesn’t … Continue reading

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Saying Nothing In Times of Troubles

Saying Nothing In Times of Troublesby Michael DoyleThe only certainty is it doublesTo be silent in times of troublesAt least, Irish history revealsHow false belief in God stealsThe soul of a broken nationThat is riveting in its salvationThat never quite … Continue reading

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A Tale of the Floods

A Tale of the Floodsby Michael DoyleA backstory in humanity’s pagesTells of an advanced people of mythic agesWe study these times with optimismBelieving that humanity survived a great cataclysmThe time considered the dawn of historyIs imprecise and filled with mysteriesHuman … Continue reading

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A Speculative Blush of History

A Speculative Blush of Historyby Michael DoyleIn part, science fiction involves mysteryOther times, speculation about historyWhat might have been or might well beHad things only turned out a bit differentlyAll the casual moments of interpretationOf events real and in the … Continue reading

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Walking In A Mystery

Walking In A Mysteryby Michael DoyleThe preacher, in his way of reachingHas spent his time preachingThe fullness of God’s holy wordBounces in letters that have become blurredIn all of God’s glorious mysteryWe’ve heard history and prophecyJoined together as God’s legacyThe … Continue reading

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Virtue and Disobedience

Virtue and Disobedienceby Michael DoylePainting away your dayAs old records playEach portrait painted with feelingIs nothing less than soul-revealingThat is to say about the painters’ waysNot of the sitter, despite honoring his daysSpending time on crafting the right impressionThis is … Continue reading

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