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Thought For the Day: The Real Index of Civilization Is When People Are Kinder Than They Need To Be

“The real index of civilization is when people are kinder than they need to be.” – Louis de Bernieres, novelist (b. 8 Dec 1954)

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Like A Dickens Ghost

Like A Dickens Ghostby Michael DoyleA distant streetlight offers illuminationA secret peek inside a dreamer’s imaginationSuddenly, the curtain is pulled asideAnd you can see inside where the demons hideFunny as it is as to what each day bringsAs we chase … Continue reading

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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The With-Ness of Our Witness

The With-Ness of Our Witnessby Michael DoyleGod isn’t a cosmic killjoy out to dealOut the harsh things that keep it realGod is faithful and loves celebrationAnd lessons he often teaches are with elationWe sometimes arrive a little rough around the … Continue reading

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Step Inside A Haunted Mansion

Step Inside A Haunted Mansionby Michael DoyleWhat if death was not the endingBut instead, just a new beginning?What if the paranormal was realAnd not just something that we feel?Skepticism has its own kind of turningIn all walks of life, we … Continue reading

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I’m Growing Through It

I’m Growing Through Itby Michael DoyleEvery day brings the miracles that we prayIn peace and calmness as we stayCollected in the Church of His holy nameWe trust in God to remain the sameWisdom is shown when we pay attentionTo the … Continue reading

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The Freedom Agenda

The Freedom Agendaby Michael DoyleI read the headlines to my great consternationThat Newsome and others would change our constitutionThe thoughts of over my dead body come to mindIt’s time we leave such foolish thoughts behindIt’s not enough to simply win … Continue reading

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Just For Show

Just For Showby Michael DoyleCan you see meWhen I be me?Can you think and feel?How do I know what’s real?Can you see me?Can your love free me?I need to knowIf it’s more than just for showHere on this pageI’m free … Continue reading

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A Child Never Walks Alone

A Child Never Walks Aloneby Michael DoyleOur sins will seek us outPutting holes in hearts to fill with doubtsIf evil wasn’t real, there’d be no need for GodThat’s a paradox that burns us, however oddThere in the ashes of a … Continue reading

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The Fight For Nobility

The Fight For Nobilityby Michael DoyleTo fight for nobilityOften causes many to loseIn life’s lack of sensibilityWhich comes though we refuseThe Spanish InquisitionHad its inglorious powerThat it used without hesitationTo rule any given hourMadmen and poetsHave much in commonEven when … Continue reading

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