Tag Archives: Possibility

Ungrateful

Ungratefulby Michael DoyleThere is in core functionalityAn awakened and new sense of realityIt’s another bit from our biologyThat we’re given over to our technologyWe all have our half-hidden flawsDecidedly difficult as nature’s lawsThat breaking our loops is difficultAnd when we … Continue reading

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You Cannot Hurt Me

You Cannot Hurt Meby Michael DoyleYou cannot hurt meIt’s beyond possibilityI am damaged goodsA babe lost in the woodsOf my own heart, my own mindLike innocence left far behindEvery day I wake up numbed by painAll of my good intentions, … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Question About Progress Has Become the Question Whether We Can Discovery Any Way of Submitting To the Worldwide Paternalism of A Technocracy Without Losing All Personal Privacy and Independence

“The question about progress has become the question whether we can discover any way of submitting to the worldwide paternalism of a technocracy without losing all personal privacy and independence. Is there any possibility of getting the super Welfare State’s … Continue reading

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It’s A Sunday Conversation

It’s A Sunday Conversationby Michael DoyleThere’s something to give attentionWe’re all living in the tensionWe are not here for entertainmentBut we are here for engagementFiltered in God’s holy perceptionStanding in worship, giving our receptionIt is not the how in which … Continue reading

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There Is A Dream

There Is A Dreamby Michael DoyleThere is a dreamInside our reflectionA silent sort of screamThat escapes the world’s detectionA world that no one else can seeIn an answer in search of questionsThat we won’t ask in possibilityA mirrored echo of … Continue reading

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Interiorly Designed

Interiorly Designedby Michael DoyleThe things that come along to discern thisThat God places use where we can learn goodnessHow then can we make the most of it and embraceWhere God has put us in our time and spaceTo make the … Continue reading

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Pushed and Pulled

Yesterday, September 27, 2021, was the last day of prescribed cardiac rehab. They tell me that I am doing excellently. The only admonishment given was that I should keep in mind not to work out as hard as my spirit … Continue reading

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It Took My Savior To Atone

It Took My Savior To Atoneby Michael DoyleEveryone wants a familyTo be part of that possibilityAwakening to being found out lostHaving worked hard to pay the costRisen as I am, a new creationLiving the joy with fascinationI know I couldn’t … Continue reading

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Never Enough of You

Never Enough of Youby Michael DoyleI didn’t know what I was afterUntil I heard your sweet laughterI hadn’t a clue what I was missingUntil you and I were kissingNever felt a hand that felt so rightUntil you were holding mine … Continue reading

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It’s the Who of Who We’re Supposed To Be

It’s the Who of Who We’re Supposed To Beby Michael DoyleHey now small town ladyYou with your golden heartLet’s slip off to somewhere shadyThat would be so very smartTo find our way to the pine treesWith a picnic basket of … Continue reading

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