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Moonkyst and the Twisted Fae

Moonkyst and the Twisted Faeby Michael DoyleIn the early morning mistWe dream our dreams moonkystit’s a fantasy, some might sayBut it gets us through another daySome dance the dance of twisted faeWhile the music plays; they swayAs if it might … Continue reading

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A Life Lived Publicly

A Life Lived Publiclyby Michael DoyleWe walk through life brisklyThinking thoughts ironicallyAbout a life lived publiclyWhen it cannot be lived privatelyThere are eyes most everywhereAs the cameras blink and others stareIt only works if we live comfortablyWith the feeling we’re … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: If Just As We Are, We Would Lay Ourselves On the Altar of Service of Jesus Christ, There Is No Saying What Christ Could Do With Us and Through Us

“If just as we are, we would lay ourselves on the altar of service of Jesus Christ, there is no saying what Christ could do with us and through us.” – William Barclay

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Our Everything

Our Everythingby Michael DoyleNot just important, but our everythingOur reason for all and the joy of our beingNo compartmentalizing, but our purposeOur every reason with nothing to presupposeAll things through and of God to loveThis truth we must keep aboveAll … Continue reading

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A Father’s Love

A Father’s Loveby Michael DoyleA young girl hurtsWith the soul of a womanWhy doesn’t anyone understandA father listens, alert -Doing the best that he canSilently, he offers his handShe dries her eyesWhile he simply listensTo the questions on her mindHe … Continue reading

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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part III

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax, Part IIIby Michael DoyleThere’s one word left to sayOne hope left yet to prayThere’s no need to second guessIt all comes down to unlessUnless we have faith of a mustard seedUnless we listen to … Continue reading

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Even the Mother of God

Even the Mother of Godby Michael DoyleEven the mother of God was humanTaking her steps best that she canWhen she became chosen with careThis world’s savior to carry and bearGabriel appeared in dead of the nightTelling her the truth and … Continue reading

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With Contented Sigh

With Contented Sighby Michael DoyleNo matter how muchOf this world, Atlas carriesOn his tired old backIt’s the writer’s touchThat moves or buriesThe feelings we too often lackTurning it on, page after pageConveying the feelings we want to sayHinted at or … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Someone Is Responsible For What Happened, and I Can’t Say Who That Is, But I Know It’s Not Me

“Someone is ​responsible for what happened, and I can’t say who that is, but I know it’s not me.” – Alec Baldwin, deflecting the responsibility that everyone holding a gun has toward others with respect to gun safety

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The Clock Keeps Ticking

The Clock Keeps Tickingby Michael DoyleFrom that pristine sense of momentWhen we come out of the wombThe clock starts tickingWith all its joy and tormentWe become the life in the roomMaking things happen through our kickingIt is in building the … Continue reading

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