Tag Archives: Pretending

Before It’s Too Late

Before It’s Too Lateby Michael DoyleI hold no real begrudgementAgainst the Holy God of judgmentAnd how it seems most on meNot them, yet as a matter of theologyThat it is most how it should beToo often, I cross the linePretending … Continue reading

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Covid and the Constitution

Covid and the Constitutionby Michael DoyleVoices arrayed together against an institutionOut of control of the reining in by the ConstitutionChecks and balances swept away along with our rightsStill, we ride forward like beleaguered knightsStay at home orders meant for communicable … Continue reading

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The God Smiles

A bit of a story about Celtic magic derived from a much larger story: The God Smiles by Michael Doyle The God smiles in sanctification Blessing His love in its purification Lessons taught in the Garden’s tending Such is the … Continue reading

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