Tag Archives: Story

On A Friendship

On A Friendshipby Michael DoyleFriendship is like a storyA melody that catches and belongsThere in the ways of trustIs a love that grows as it mustChildren play at their gamesWe play our own, just the sameBelieving in things hard to … Continue reading

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Waters of Life

Waters of Lifeby Michael DoyleNavigating the waters of lifeFrom dreams of others comes lateThe sacrifices are not in vainFor the dreams and nightmares on the mainTo open one’s eyes and seeThe rebirth needed for eternityDreaming of the endless nightThe one … Continue reading

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Living At Our Recall

Living At Our Recallby Michael DoyleAll around the world of praiseThe hands of glory lift and raiseSouls filled with challenges metHave no time or need for regretServing our part in the gloryDoing our best to live by the storyIn looking … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: With News Reports Around the Globe and Now A Presidential Imprimatur, However, the Story Has Acquired the Status of A ‘Fact’ No Matter Its Provenance

“With news reports around the globe and now a presidential imprimatur, however, the story has acquired the status of a ‘fact’ no matter its provenance.” – Glenn Kessler, Washington Post “Fact Checker”

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Scaling the New Heights of the Dawn Wall

(Scaling the New Heights of the) Dawn Wallby Michael DoyleIn the dawn of winterWe scaled the face of the wallLearning to never pause in winterWe rose above Yosemite’s fallCapturing the dreams of our own storyFinding the way through until the … Continue reading

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Blessed, Broken, and Given

Blessed, Broken, and Givenby Michael DoyleWe live in the era of the offendedWhile we’ve forgotten that we’re friendedBy a friend who teaches in His storyThe ways to move past offense into gloryHave a sharp mind in every interrogationFinding discernment in … Continue reading

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Fold

Foldby Michael DoyleThe gambler’s cards foldedAs variables at last decodedIn this digital age, it’s the human mindThat must last be decoded or left behindIn mankind’s bid at immortalityDespite the babbled towers of immoralityIn the worst of infernal questsTo put living … Continue reading

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From Hosanna to Crucifixion

From Hosanna to Crucifixion (Palm Sunday 2022)by Michael DoyleIPassages in sermons find seed in our lifeSpeaking to us to create peace and take our strifeStilled hearts help us reach the truth to seePraying that we might commit to this way … Continue reading

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Every Name Has Its Story

Every Name Has Its Storyby Michael DoyleEvery name has its storyIn each way, giving God gloryJesus is the first born priorityGiven to us as our authorityFirst place in everythingOur inspiration for which we singBeloved and holy, putting on our heartPutting … Continue reading

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Hands Tell the Story

Hands Tell the Storyby Michael DoyleSmooth and sultryThe jazz flautistSmooths out her linesSoothing like a silk mysteryThe jazz flautistBlows our mindsWhile somewhereIn that over thereA man watches a womanWishing he might persevereAnd didn’t know the fearLike only a man in … Continue reading

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