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The Quiet Colors
The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading
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Tagged Abandoned, Above Water, Aks, Bluff, Broken, Broken Cross, Call, Close, Confuse, Cross, Crucified, Damaged Control, Dead, Deep, Done, Drown, Father, Feel, From the Inside, Going On, Hang, Head, Hide, History, Inside, Job, Killing Me, Lonely, Look Into My Eyes, Mercy, Midnight Hour, Misery, No Longer Know Me, No Right To Complain, Nobody's Son, Nowhere to Hide, Overwhelm, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Pull, Pulled, Quiet Colors, Reach, Realize, Reminded, Rot, Satan, See, Soul, Sould, Stand, Strings, Strong Enough, Teeth, The Lord, Too Much, Tortured, Wrong
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Thought For the Day: If Your Faith Has Not Pulled You Away From Your Political Party In Multiple Ways, Your Politics Might Be Shaping Your Faith More Than Your Faith Is Shaping Your Politics
“If your faith has not pulled you away from your political party in multiple ways, your politics might be shaping your faith more than your faith is shaping your politics.” -Erick Erickson
Posted in Thought For the Day
Tagged Bleed Away, Erick Erickson, Faith, Multiple Ways, Political Party, Politics, Pull, Shape, Thought For the Day
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In My Darkest Times
In My Darkest Timesby Michael DoyleIn my darkest timesWhen I’m all out of rhymesYou hold me in your holy palmKeeping me safe and calmYou pulled the Savior out of His graveWith all you are and do to saveJesus, you’ve always … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Amaze, Anguish, Connect, Darkest Times, Daze, Dots, Face, Faith, Felt, Grace, Grave, Heart, Hold, Holy, Hope, Jesus, Love, Next, Open, Palm, Poetry and Poems, Possibility, Pull, Recollection, Restore, Rhymes, Safe and Calm, Save, Savior, Share, Time and Space, Trace, Truth, Wonder
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Living Days
Living Daysby Michael DoyleThe rock of my foundationDefies natural explanationBut that of the Father’s loveGiven from Heaven aboveMy life is filled with thunderNever pulled down underBut given unfailing graceFaithful in His loving embraceThere is no failing in compassionRain cannot remove … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Compassion, Defy, Deserve, Down Under, Embrace, Faithful, Father's Love, Foundation, Heaven, Home, Lifee, Living Days, Love, Nature, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Pull, Rain, Serve, The Lord, The Rock, Thunder, Trust, Unfailing Grace
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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
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Admonishment, Allow, Bluff, Brought, Cardiac Rehab, Caught, Change, Do Good, Enough Is Enough, Every Inch of Ground, Every Struggle, Excel, Excellence, Feel, Found, Grown, Habits of A Lifetime, Hard, Heed, Higher Ground, Hope, Less, Life, Little More, Live, Live Another Day, Living, Making of Life, Misunderstood, Moderately, More, Poetry and Poems, Possibility, Pull, Push, Range, Reach, Road, Seek, Seldom, Shore, Shown, Spirit, Strain, Strive, Sufficiency, Taught, Teach, Time
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Meditative Movement
In these last months, as if we haven’t been too sedentary in the first place, we have been almost nothing but stuck in and out of sorts with finding ways to keep moving. This is counter to what is best … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry and Poems
Tagged Angst, Best, Blood Flow, Bolder, Breath, Care, Center, Circle, Circulation, Close, Deep Breath, Deserve, Disease, Doubt, Dullness, Ease, Enter, Eyes, Feet, Found, Fullness, Gentle Openness, Good Care, Ground, Hands, Heart's Center, Heed, In, Know, Lengthen, Life, Life and Death, Lifestyle, Look, Meaning, Meditative, Meet, Mind and Body, Mindful, Move, Movement, Moving Meditation, Natural Stopping, Nature, Need, Neurological, Observation, Out, Photograph, Physiology, Poem, Poetry, Present Age, Pull, Round, Science, Sedentary, Self Massage, Shoulder, Spine, State, Strife, Twist
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The Way of Swords
A warrior knows the ways of war. It’s that fighting soul so often missing in these times. The Way of Swords by Michael Doyle The way of swords Knows its own destiny Like an apple sliced and cored It is … Continue reading
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Tagged Apple, Battlefield, Bone, Brave, Brief, Chance, Death, Destiny, Doubt, Fear, Fight, Forget, Forsaken, God's Will, History, King, Legendary, Live, Moment, Own, Photograph, Place, Poem, Poetry, Pull, Regret, Savage, Soul, Swords, Tale, Thrall, Victory, Warrior, Way, Ways of War, Whittle
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