Tag Archives: Pointed Fingers

A Reach and Twitch

A Reach and Twitchby Michael DoyleA hand reaches out and twitchesHeld out toward the unseen switchesAs a life comes and then is goneAs easy as a light turned off and onWe come into this life cryingScreaming out for more and … Continue reading

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Reflections On the Aftertaste

Reflections On the Aftertasteby Michael DoyleIt was just one of those endless nightsI sat feasting on a garden of fried delightsTurning the channel to hear a bit of debateSurreally hoping to help decide the nation’s fateThere on the stage were … 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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