Tag Archives: Soul

In the Snows of France

In the Snows of Franceby Michael DoyleDoc was a medicRunning from hole to holeThere wasn’t a foxWho didn’t know his soulThe Germans kept comingWith machine guns drummingSounding off in the darkest nightThe 101st prayed for the morning lightA little drip … Continue reading

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Star-Fall

Star-Fallby Michael DoyleMy impulsive thoughts intrudeEven as I raise my hands in gratitudeArms wide open, I look aboveIn my experience of God’s loveI sing hallelujah in my loudest voiceLifting up my songs, I picked through my choicesKnowing all that you’ve … Continue reading

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Like A Velvet Snare

Like A Velvet Snareby Michael DoyleShe looked at meWith the eyes of an angelI was worried there’d beSome kind of angleI put my guard upShe dropped it with a smileBefore I knew what was upThere could be no denialI knew … Continue reading

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First Principles: Justice In the Life and Conduct of the State Is Possible Only As First It Resides In the Souls of the Citizens

“Justice in the life and conduct of the State is possible only as first it resides in the souls of the citizens.” – Plato

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Saying Nothing In Times of Troubles

Saying Nothing In Times of Troublesby Michael DoyleThe only certainty is it doublesTo be silent in times of troublesAt least, Irish history revealsHow false belief in God stealsThe soul of a broken nationThat is riveting in its salvationThat never quite … Continue reading

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Remembering Prince

Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: It’s Always Wise To Seek the Truth In Our Opponents’ Error, and the Error In Our Own Truth

“It’s always wise to seek the truth in our opponents’ error, and the error in our own truth.“– Reinhold Niebuhr, in the Forward of The Children of Light and the Children of Darkness  (1944)  — The man who really did … Continue reading

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Looking Back On Quincy U

Looking Back on Quincy Uby Michael DoyleMentor and teacherTo rocker and preacherWith a deepness of eyesThat made it easy to realizeRather rock or jazzHis licks and hooks had pizzazzCreating hits like a grand slamQuincy’s life was the master jamMusic is … Continue reading

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One True Love

One True Loveby Michael DoyleIn understanding your painIt makes it quite plainYou are all that means anything to meThe worthy answer to my questions for meYou fill up my mindLike nothing else I findThese are the secrets we revealFeeling like … Continue reading

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Whatever the Day’s Length

Whatever the Day’s Lengthby Michael DoyleWhatever the day’s lengthMy joy in the Lord gives me strengthI say this in all that I speakFrom the ocean shore to the mountain’s peakGod is present in my every dayHe is here as I … Continue reading

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