Tag Archives: Seen

Before the Ever

Before the Everby Michael DoyleBefore the ever of neverThat thought itself cleverIs the cosmic perspectiveThat proclaimed itself reflectiveA messenger from the starsHigh above the skyscrapers and carsIt not to be too irreverentTo say that the world looks differentNow that we … Continue reading

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A Quiet Reflection On This November Day

A Quiet Reflection On This November Day by Michael Doyle    What is a poem really but to say That love, joy and sorrow come to play In the heart and then inside the mind Until the words burst out … Continue reading

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Child of Tomorrow

Child of Tomorrowby Michael DoyleIn a thank you from the futureThe child of tomorrowKnows the caliber and essence of nurtureFiltered between the narrowOf sights that no one has seenIn a splendido sunriseThere in the Devil’s cathedral of beingThe way home … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Believe the Greatest Gift I Can Conceive of Having From Anyone Is To Be Seen, Heard, Understood, and Touched By Them

“I believe the greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen, heard, understood, and touched by them. The greatest gift I can give is to see, hear, understand, and touch another person.” -Virginia Satir, psychotherapist … Continue reading

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In Our Pain

In Our Painby Michael DoyleIn that momentI saw beyond myselfThrough my tearsTo someone elseI had walkedBeyond the shadow of deathAs the spirits talkedWhispering under breathAlways so selfishAnd filled with needsFor things never mineTo find myself freedInto life’s stormTurned with a … Continue reading

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Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?

Weren’t Those the Teenaged Years?by Michael DoyleThe teenaged yearsOf Saturday night solitudeWas a parade of smiles and tearsAnd many dramasWaiting to intrudeInto the happiness that cameAnd that provided the frameIn moments of ShakespeareThat kept us awakeMaking us braver than our … Continue reading

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The Slow Crawl

The Slow Crawlby Michael DoylePushing past the slow crawl of another dayEdged to darkness and I begin to prayTo a god that I feel unsure ofBut who has a sense of humor disguised as loveDeath is a way out of … Continue reading

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Muted In Discovery

Muted In Discoveryby Michael DoyleMuted, frightened screamOverheard on the data streamStill recovering from Covid isolationUnable to leave the habitationFiltering fragments in questionFeelings born in their hesitationCrimes hint at interpretationThere is something lost in this conceptionThinking in terms of last exclusionThere … Continue reading

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Well Donne, Spirits In the Night

Well Donne, Spirits In the Nightby Michael Doyle To Donne’s feigned scorn the murderer was deadOnly to reappear as an apparition inside his headAll the spiritualism to be had inside one’s bedFrom the nightmares and seances, and things said The … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: And the Word Became Flesh and Dwelt Among Us, and We Have Seen His Glory, Glory As of the Only Son From the Father, Full of Grace and Truth

“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.” – (John 1:14)

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