Tag Archives: Night

Lord of My Passing Days

Lord of My Passing Daysby Michael DoyleGod fights my battles first,Giving me a spiritual thirst.Inviting me to pray continually,I make my way to eternity.My battles are begun in prayer,Speaking my challenges to the God who cares.This then is how I … Continue reading

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Pages Turn (The Night We Watched The Notebook)

Pages Turn (The Night We Watched the Notebook)by Michael DoyleTogether in each other’s heart,You wanted to watch a movie.We did our best, and each did our best partYou picked one to see how it would move me.A summer spark with … Continue reading

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The Harshness of Night

The Harshness of Nightby Michael DoyleThe modern world is often tragic.It’s lost more than a little magic.A madman’s bullet found its conversion.Gone now are the days of extroversion.Drinking more water to bring its ease,We realize that the world is living … Continue reading

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Monsters Under Our Bed

Monsters Under Our Bedby Michael DoyleThe dubious detectiveWas a memory of the collective.Searching through the nightFor even one illuminating light.In the face of the living dead,The crowd screams its dread.There are no real answers to be found,No matter how fast … Continue reading

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My Weary Soul

My Weary Soulby Michael DoyleMy weary soul holds onto the night,Wondering how to get things right.Some can have such calloused pretense,But I won’t get lost in bitterness.Every day is a day for gratitude,I wake up with the right attitude.Knowing that … Continue reading

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In My Mind’s Desert

In My Mind’s Desertby Michael DoyleIn my mind’s eye, I seeThe battling guns that are yet to be.Cabin fever burns away the drudgery.It vanquishes every mystery.To dispel the ghosts takes mourning,Thorns and all, night must become morning.Burnt into my gaze … Continue reading

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As A Seeker of Light

As A Seeker of Lightby Michael DoyleAs a child, I’d stare up into the nightSeeing each star as a unique source of light.Lying there, I counted each twinkleAs a fabric of time’s rich wrinkle.There were dreams there yet to live,And … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: No Man Knows Until He Has Suffered From the Night How Sweet and Dear To His Heart and Eye the Morning Can Be

“No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.” – Bram Stoker

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In Need of Clarity

In Need of Clarityby Michael DoyleYou stumble toward your comfy bedFeeling dazed and abused in your head.It’s been a night of free-flow drinking,And you’re now incapable of thinkingYou dial her number, hoping it’s a mistake,Your last raw nerve feels it’s … Continue reading

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Dancing With Ghosts

Dancing With Ghostsby Michael DoyleIn spaces where war is thought of as gloryThere are legends that make for great story.Those of us who have fought for our nationKnow this as a fantastic conversation.Around the fire, it’s meant to endlessly inspireSo … Continue reading

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