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With Fresh Eyes
With Fresh Eyesby Michael DoyleAll of us have hurts with which we deal.We have to think and truly feel.Life comes with its share of drama.Each of us needs to recover from the trauma.We can’t just stuff it down under,Or it … Continue reading
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Tagged Bible, Blessings, Christianity, Cost, Drama, Faith, Fear, Feel, Fresh Eyes, God, Good, Gratitude, Hidden, Hurt, Jesus, Life, Lost, Merry-Go-Round, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Recovery, Strife, Suffering, Think, Thunder, Tragedy, Trauma, Winter's Wood
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Gary Thain, Part II
Gary Thain, Part IIby Michael DoylePainfully thin on Heep’s stoic stage,Gary Thain’s bass set the tone of the page.There in rock’s mighty kingdom,Came the mystic whisper of Sweet Freedom.This kind of lifestyle takes its toll.That’s just the price of rock-n-roll.Caught … Continue reading
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Tagged Addiction, Appetite, Bass, Cautionary Tale, Chater Member, Choices, Club 27, Consumption, Depth of Pain, Disease, Fact, Fair, Gary Thain, Genuis, Heaven, Hell, Lifestyle, Pain, Path of Destruction, Pathos, Poetry and Poems, Price, Quiet Man, Rock, Self-Loathing, Sensitivity, Shock, Short Life, Stage, Sweet Freedom, Talent, Toll, Tone, Touring, Undoing, Uriah Heep, Wonderworld, Wrong or Right
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The Weight of Life’s Precision
The Weight of Life’s Precisionby Michael DoyleError is the margin of lost control.The world gradually takes your soul.The things of this world will cost us pain,Until we walk beyond the shadow of rain.Traveling this world on the way out,The darkest … Continue reading
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Tagged Dark Process, Doubt, Error, Family and Frends, Liife, Lost Controll, Margin, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Precision, Proposiition, Return, Shadow of Rain, Side-Step, Soul, Test, The World, Travel, Weiight
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Thought For the Day: No Pain, No Palm; No Thorns, No Throne; No Gall, No Glory; No Cross, No Crown
“No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.” – William Penn
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Tagged Cross, Crown, Gall, Glory, Pain, Palm, Palm Suunday, Thorns, Thought For the Day, Throne, William Penn
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A Christian View of Abuse, Part II
A Christian View of Abuse, Part IIby Michael DoyleDo not be fooled or seek to minimize.The truth is plain and seen by our own eyes.All such pain must be faced head-on, Or, otherwise, it will never be gone.It takes true … Continue reading
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Tagged Abuse, Christ's Law, Christian View, Christians, Courage, Duty, Eyes, Go, Hurt, Minimization, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Reconciliatioin, Resolution, Safety, Separation, Together, Truth
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A Christian View of Abuse, Part I
A Christian View of Abuse, Part Iby Michael DoyleEverything within these words spokenComes partly from the experience of the broken.These experiences shape us in the final days,And there will be differences in our ways.One third of women have been abused,This … Continue reading
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Tagged Abuse, Abused, Belong, Broken, Carried for Life, Christian View, Confused, David, Experience, Faith, God, Healing, Healng, Life, mental-health, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Repent, Secret, Shape, Silence Is Betrayal, Strife, Verbal an Physical, Ways, Words Spoken
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Heart Made Whole
Heart Made Wholeby Michael DoyleIn the pain of endless moments,There are times of sheer torment.The things accidentally said,These echo roundabout in my head.Worse yet are the things I’ve seen.Sights that destroy my inner being.Painful recollections from the startAre the scars … Continue reading
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Tagged Aaaazing Grace, Anchor, Days, Echo, Forwrd, Head, Heart, Inner Beiing, Keeper of My Soul, Know, Love, Moment, Note, Outside, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Recollection, Scar, See, Shadow, Sid, Sight, Song, The Lord, Torment, Ways of the Lord, Whole, Worship
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The Fight After the Fight
The Fight After the Fightby Michael DoyleThe first death you seeStrips away a layer of life’s dignity.It stays with you like an aura you wearWhile you fight the pangs of despair.The pain grips you by the heart.As you look into … Continue reading
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Tagged Aura, Battle, Bury, Christmas Season, Dead and Gone, Despair, Dignity, Due, Eyes, Family, Fight, First Death, Glory, Heart, Lack, Layer, Life, Love, mental-health, Misery, Move On, Mystery, Night, Pain, Pan, Pangs, Poetry and Poems, Rattle, Rucksack, Saber, Soul, Story, Treason, War, Writing
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