Tag Archives: Soul

For the Love of Myth

For the Love of Mythby Michael DoyleWalking out past our prints in the Indiana snow,My youngest confesses that it’s hard to let it go.Greek myths have an existential edge, so inevitableCreative minds find themselves immensely incapableOf letting go, the stories … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Greatest Achievement Was At First and For A Time A Dream. The Oak Sleeps in the Acorn, the Bird Waits In the Egg, and In the Highest Vision of the Soul A Waking Angel Stirs

“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Let Us Be Grateful To People Who Make Us Happy, They Are the Charming Gardeners Who Make Our Souls Blossom

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust

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First Principles: Stand At the Crossroads and Look; Ask For the Ancient Paths, Ask Where the Good Way Is, and Walk In It, and You Will Find Rest For Your Souls

“This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look;    ask for the ancient paths,ask where the good way is, and walk in it,    and you will find rest for your souls.    But you said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ – Jeremiah 6:16 NIV

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The Footprints In My Soul

The Footprints In My Soulby Michael DoyleLove is not a monologue,Talking to myself gets me nowhere.Let’s get on with the dialogue,Moving beyond where I simply persevere.Under my empire of ashesLives a garden from my heart.Despite the doom of thrashes,This is … Continue reading

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Rumors Had It

Rumors Had Itby Michael DoyleAfter my day filled with too much birthday celebration,I am looking back with joyous contemplation.Rumors had it that I would die 13 years ago.Here on my 63rd birthday, it only goes to show.That like a rock … Continue reading

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First Principles: There Is A Serene and Settled Majesty To Woodland Scenery That Enters Into the Soul and Delights and Elevates It, and Fills It With Noble Inclinations

“There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.” – Washington Irving (It has been fundamental since the beginning of our nation to … Continue reading

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Humble Triumph

Humble Triumphby Michael DoylePraising the Lord with all my soul,I give over all things out of my control.Strumming guitar as I joyfully sing,Grateful for all the Lord constantly brings.We find ourselves born again,Awakening to being freed from our sins.Once divided, … Continue reading

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The Fight After the Fight

The Fight After the Fightby Michael DoyleThe first death you seeStrips away a layer of life’s dignity.It stays with you like an aura you wearWhile you fight the pangs of despair.The pain grips you by the heart.As you look into … Continue reading

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Writings On My Wall

Writings On My Wallby Michael DoyleI sit here like some poor lost soul.I am regretful of the times I’ve lost control.Now, I sit here quiet as a church mouse,My fractured memories churn inside like a ghost house.Thinking of how like … Continue reading

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