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Thought For the Day: Never Let Your Sense of Morals Get In the Way of Doing What’s Right
“Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what’s right.” -Isaac Asimov, scientist and writer (2 Jan 1920-1992)
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Tagged Isaac Asimov, Morals, Never, Right, Sense, Thought For the Day, Way
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Held In Silence
Held In Silenceby Michael DoyleDarling, I’ve learned to love youBut somehow hate you moreDarling,I could never be without youBut trust me, I know the scoreThe traces may be coldFrom the fenced goods soldAll the secrets circled roundTo the treasures; they … Continue reading
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Tagged Answers, Darkness, Darling, Don Quixote, Fenced Goods, Found, Grieving Widow, Harshness, Hate, Held, Hope, Light, Lonely Mother, Love, Night, Poetry and Poems, Pray Alone, Right, Score, Scream, Secrets, Sense, Silence, Squeeze, Startlled, Traces, Trust, Understand, Violence, Without
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Thought For the Day: I Imagine One of the Reasons People Cling To Their Hates So Stubbornly Is Because They Sense, Once Hate Is Gone, They’ll Be Forced To Deal With Pain
“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain” -James Baldwin, writer (2 Aug 1924-1987)
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Tagged Cling, Deal, Forced, Gone, Hate, Imagine, James Baldwin, Pain, People, Reasons, Sense, Stubborn, Thought For the Day
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Turning the Impossible
Turning the Impossibleby Michael DoyleIn all of our daysLet us lift our voices in praiseLike the Lion of JudahRaises our valleysAnd lowers our mountainsGaining vantage that we might seeTurning our impossibleInto all our needed miraclesWith the faith of a mustard … Continue reading
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Tagged Days, Faith, Final Say, God, Humility, Impossible, Light, Lion of Judah, Lives, Miracles, Mountains, Mustard Seed, Need, Nowhere, Path, Poetry and Poems, Praise, Pride, See, Sees All, Sense, Shine, Trust, Turning, Unbreakable, Unmovable, Valleys, Way
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A Cry for Uvalde
A Cry for Uvaldeby Michael DoyleSomewhere beyond a world of feelingIs the way of knowing healingThese are the times for being an exampleThe differences made will be ampleFighting not with fists but with prayerPeeling back the onion of life, layer … Continue reading
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Tagged Actions, Alone, Ample, Beautiful Souls, Behind, Belief, Best Fights, Blame, Bullied, Burnt to the Ground, Candlelight, Community, Cornerstone, Cruelly Dealt, Cry, Cuentas, Dead, Differences Made, Dificil, Disease, Dreams, Every Day, Every Single Day, Example, Faces, Faith, Families, Fault Is His, Favorite Songs, Feeling, Felt, Fight the Good Fight, Fighting, Grief, Gut Wrenching Torments, Hand of Lucifer, Healing, Humbled Cry, Hundreds, It Didn't Have To Be His Choice, Knees, Know, La Muerte de Los Ninos, Layer, Lifted A Hand, Lifting Our Voices, Lives, Loss, Love, Loved Ones, Matters, Memories, Mi Apoyo, Momento, Moments, Morning, Mourning, Nation, Night, Not With Fists, Noticia, Onion of Life, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Prayers, Question Why, Rebuild, Sabes, Safe, Salvador Ramos, School, Sense, Shakes and Shatters, Shamed, Silently Erected, Sin, So Be It, So It Will Be Done, Sorrow, Survive, Survivor's Guilt, Tears, Thursday, Times, Torture, Traces, Tragedy, Transcend, Trust Falling, Twenty-One Crosses, Used Their Voice, Uvalde, Vigils, Viviendo, Walk, Warnings, Wicked Ways, Wounds, Years
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A Morning’s Meditation
A Morning’s Meditationby Michael Doyle As in the beginning it is nowAs it will ever be yet somehowThough dead in sense from sinIf Christ is in us, we are born again Through the spirit living in eachWe are risen again … Continue reading
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Tagged Abraham's Oath, Beginning, Blessed, Bliss, Born Again, Bottomless Mercy, Bringing Hope, Christ, Compassion and Relief, Consolers, Contemplation, Covering Hate, Darkness, Dead, Deceive, Despair, Explanation, Fear, Giving, Grief, Holiness, Hope, In Us, Instruments, Light, Love, Meditation, Meet, Morning, Now, Passing Ages, Path, Persevere, Poetry and Poems, Point of Need, Prayer and Meditation, Prophets, Read, Receive, Redemption, Right, Risen, Sacred Sign, Sages, Salvation, Scriptures, Sense, Sin, Somehow, Spirit Living, Stand Firm, Teach, Walk In the Light, Wisdom, Worthy
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The Importance of the Word
The Importance of the Wordby Michael DoyleIn this roll of yearsSoftly past the flowing tearsI think on words soughtTo connect the dot-to-dotThe words in mindI seek and sometimes findThat words are cultureAnd culture is the we nurtureSlipped into this elasticityIs … Continue reading
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Tagged Beginning, Being, Bond, Breath, Community, Complexity, Connect, Cousin, Crumble, Culture, Death, Define, Display, Dot-To-Dot, Elasticity, Find, Float Over, Flowing Tears, God, Grumble, Importance, Knowledge, Me, Meaning, Mumble, Nurture, Occurred, Odd, Past, Played, Poetry and Poems, Politely, Ponds, Quest, Refine, Roll of Years, Seal, Seek, Sense, Sleep, Slip, Sought, Sudden, Symbol, Table, the Word, Theories, Think, Thirst, Thought, Words, Words In Mind
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The End of Everything
The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading
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Tagged Avalanche, Begins, Betrayals of Life, Beware, Bitten, Blood, Bring, Cajole, Children, Crippling Revenge, Death, Embittered Women, End, End To Everything, Endure, Euripides, Everything, Evil Mind, Fatal Schism, Fits, Foolish, Fruitless, Gods, Greater, Grief, Halo, Hate's Bottomless Cup, Heaven, Hollow, Honeyed Words, Human, Incurable, Jason, Killed, Love, Lover's Hate, Lover's Love, Mortal, Mud, No Justice, Perverse, Poetry and Poems, Pour, Practice, Price, Quest, Roll, Sense, Shake, Soul, Thoughts, Torn, Tragedy, Twist of Fate, Universe, Wisdom, Woman's Scorn, Wounds, Wrath
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Under Lock and Key
Under Lock and Keyby Michael DoyleUnder lock and keyIs where I keep meHidden away so no one can seeThere in arcs of memoryShadowboxing with myselfThrough all the volumes on the shelfThere really isn’t much mysteryWhen we’re talking self historyRecollections that … Continue reading
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Tagged Arcs, Biology, Bleed, Bring, Constant Feeling, Darkness, Dread, Family Tree, Fear, Half Wrong, Heart, Hidden Away, Imprint, Light, Lock and Key, Me, Memory, Moment, Mystery, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Recollection, Right, Self History, Sense, Shadowboxing, Shelf, Silent, Slowness, Swing, Tomorrow, Volumes, Wonder
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