Tag Archives: Passing Days

Probability and History

Probability and Historyby Michael DoyleThe past indicates the probability,And the rest, as they say, is history.We learn these things with humility.The passing days become our legacy.The mercantile types take life without any need.The wise take this into account and pay … Continue reading

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Believing in Blessings

Believing In Blessingsby Michael DoyleEncountering the profound,I praise the goodness I have found.Looking into God’s face,I find myself touched by His grace.I have nothing left to prove,Loving to watch God as He movesThe world with His ways.I’ve seen a lot … Continue reading

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On American Prosperity

On American Prosperityby Michael DoyleChronicling the rise of American exceptionalismRides on the back of rugged individualismA laissez-faire approach, not excessive regulationFreedom and ingenuity are what built this nationYet others claim that Hamilton inspired activismHas been the leading spur of financial … Continue reading

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Love In America

Love In Americaby Michael DoyleAmerica’s love can seem a bit of fecklessnessFilled as it is with a bit of recklessnessTeenaged angst of not wishing to cry anymoreThe heartbreak is equitable among rich and poorSo many wish they could leave it … Continue reading

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Moments Like John Muir

Moments Like John Muirby Michael DoyleSometimes, the city’s too many facesIt makes me dream of faraway placesWhere my heart can fade into the nightTraces of beauty replace blinding lightTimes in the wilderness are best for meSometimes, it’s a matter of … Continue reading

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Lost Plot

Lost Plotby Michael DoyleEverywhere I look, it seems forgotIs it just me, or have we lost the plotI feel it in the murderous laughterThe distant thunder is lost but chases afterSociety’s fracturing psyche is in traumaAs wordlessly we watch all … Continue reading

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Writing Our Own Stories

Writing Our Own Storiesby Michael DoyleWe find ourselves in our struggleEmerging from our strife into lifeIt seems to me, that we too often juggleThe solutions that can be overly rifeIt is us who write our own storyAs we listen beyond … Continue reading

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In Accordance With His Will

Based on the sermon that I listened to here: In Accordance With His Willby Michael Doyle From my lips, I proclaim your praiseAs I do in all of my passing daysCrying out with joy and gladnessPrayer helps me escape this … Continue reading

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Deepest Roots

Deepest Rootsby Michael DoyleCast about with questioning looksThere’s much to be learned from great booksWhen we unlock our dulled hesitationsAnd dare to ask the great questionsAlthough the human spirit is quite flappableIt doesn’t take a lot to realize, we are … Continue reading

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Thoughts On the Hubble Space Telescope

I find it fascinating that my lady love and I are both interested in things like the exploration of universe and soul.   I actually wrote this poem yesterday but didn’t post it.  Sort of ran out of time talking… … Continue reading

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