Tag Archives: Perfection

Coming To Peace With the Questions

Coming To Peace With the Questionsby Michael DoyleWhatever might be said as final proclamationOne way or another about Jesus’ divinationIt can’t fail to be noted, He changed civilizationRegardless of any attempts at miseducationJesus came to fulfill, and not overturn JudaismFrom … Continue reading

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In Plain View (Minding Business)

In Plain View (Minding Business)by Michael DoyleIn our efforts and in our spacesWe work hard to separate our tracesMinding our business in all we doThe relevance comes openly into viewThe Bible opens with God’s creationIn page after page of fascinationNothing … Continue reading

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Not Me, But God

Not Me, But Godby Michael DoylePaul, the murderer, brought salvationFinding perfection in the worst situationToday in the world’s secularizationWe can still find faith in our dedicationThe traumas that come and goCan be disruptive to our best flowGod somehow finds His … Continue reading

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Happiest of Mother’s Days 2023

Other than the holy trinity itself, there is noting more sacred than motherhood. It can truly and easily be said that without motherhood there would nothing else living. Mothers deserve this special day of recognition for all that they do … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: We May Explain Success Mainly By One Word and that Word Is WORK!

“We may explain success mainly by one word and that word is WORK! WORK!! WORK!!! WORK!!!! Not transient and fitful effort, but patient, enduring, honest, unremitting, and indefatigable work, into which the whole heart is put.” – Frederick Douglass (1818-1895)

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The Chasm Between

The Chasm Betweenby Michael DoyleWhen man creates the perfect machineWill it be as some utopian dreamsOr will they find the chasm betweenWho we are and how we wish to seemIs one which it escapes all detectionThat mortals such as we … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Intellect of Man Is Forced To Choose, Perfection of the Life, Or of the Work

“The intellect of man is forced to choose / Perfection of the life, or of the work, / And if it take the second must refuse / A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.” -William Butler Yeats, writer, Nobel laureate … Continue reading

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Blessed, Broken, and Given

Blessed, Broken, and Givenby Michael DoyleWe live in the era of the offendedWhile we’ve forgotten that we’re friendedBy a friend who teaches in His storyThe ways to move past offense into gloryHave a sharp mind in every interrogationFinding discernment in … Continue reading

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Land Hold

Land Holdby Michael DoyleThe land holds its historyThe heart has its mysteryHeld generations in a familyIt’s the passing of love steadilyFrom generation to generationThe way of society’s inclinationAs we simply pass it onResisting that it ever be tornBut kept instead … Continue reading

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In A Hermitage of Petrified Words

In A Hermitage of Petrified Wordsby Michael DoyleLike a forest well petrifiedBy minerals filling in for lifeA poet thinks in his hermitageDreaming about things to study onThere’s an abandonment of conjunctionWhen like Chomsky, language ceases to functionWe drift like lyrics … Continue reading

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