Tag Archives: Soul

In the Solitude of Darkness

In the Solitude of Darknessby Michael DoyleTo the degree that I do not fearI am powerful enough to persevereI say this with a heavy-hearted sighAs my soul fixes its intellectual eyeThe love and rage that exists inside meHave become the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Am All In A Sea of Wonders. I Doubt. I Fear. I Think Strange Things, Which I Dare Not Confess To My Own Soul

“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear. I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.” – Bram Stoker, “Dracula”

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With His Grace

With His Graceby Michael DoyleI walk my life in honestyThankful for what God’s done for meRepenting now, I begin to turnAttentively finding things to learnLoving God with my deepest desireMy fervent faith burns like fireWalking away from culture’s toxicityI have … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Hope Is the Thing With Feathers That Perches In the Soul – and Sings the Tunes Without the Words and Never Stops At All

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” – Emily Dickinson

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Just One More Psychotic Break

Just One More Psychotic Breakby Michael DoyleCosmic horror played the killing schoolThat taught the writer of chilling ghoulsThis was the bogeyman’s secret in his tombThat rose up from the barren gothic wombThis was where a dark demon became a faceless … Continue reading

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From the Mountains of Madness

From the Mountains of Madnessby Michael DoyleIt’s difficult to say which came firstWas it feelings of fear or bloody thirst That moves souls beyond the edges of sadnessPilloried by the blinding drive of madnessThe dreams of men are older than … Continue reading

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Breaker of Chains

Breaker of Chainsby Michael DoyleBreaker of the chainsYou have freed my soulHeard in the refrainsIt’s you that I extolYou are the LordSubject to my praiseYour Bible is my swordThroughout my daysHeld in our venerationFrom first to last generationsHeld in holy … Continue reading

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On the Journey of Fatherhood

On the Journey of Fatherhoodby Michael DoyleAsked about how fatherhood is ratedIt has seemed to me somewhat understatedI could not have imagined the journeyThat it has been in all of its totalityWhen you talk about consequences and moralityFatherhood is the … Continue reading

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Outbursts of Truth

Outbursts of Truthby Michael DoyleAll my repeated outbursts of truthHave gotten me in trouble since my youthFor you see, truth can destroy the worldsEven the worlds ruled by fallen godsWho each have sought, by meteors hurled, To increase their own … Continue reading

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