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In Full Identity

In Full Identityby Michael DoyleSee your pathAnd stay your course.Let’s do the math,And you’ll find the resource.Let no one get between happinessOr caring for your own needs.These images bring life’s bliss.It allows your soul to be freed.It’s a part of … Continue reading

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A Spring’s Walk

A Spring’s Walkby Michael DoyleSomeone once said something like a homilyThat the worst misfortune is to have been happy.To have lost this feeling becomes its own misery,Born in our life as it’s tragic inequality.Once felt, the search begins for a … Continue reading

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Victory Worn

Victory Wornby Michael DoyleWhen we talk about my king,I can’t help but sing.Wide awake with praise,I lift my voice in all my days.Into the world, He shines His light.Darkness is defeated in this fight.With Grace given on Calvary,He has given … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: ‘The Time Has Come, ‘ the Walrus Said, ‘To Talk of Many Things: of Shoes and Ships – and Sailing Wax – of Cabbages and Kings

‘The time has come,’ the walrus said, ‘to talk of many things: of shoes and ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings.’ – Lewis Carroll

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She Learns To Survive

She Learns To Surviveby Michael DoyleTo her, I’m her fatherAs I watch my daughterWalking alone in the nightShe’s always been my lightBut it wasn’t always this wayShe’s haunted by the dayThese moments hidden insideBehind her fragile prideHe took her innocenceI’ve … Continue reading

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Shifting Through the Ashes

Shifting Through the Ashesby Michael DoyleStanding here talking close togetherYou say it’s for worse or for betterShifting through the ashes of an argumentCan you tell me, baby, where the money’s spent?You laugh and concede it as a steady needWaiting for … Continue reading

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I Thought Myself An Eagle

I Thought Myself An Eagleby Michael DoyleI thought myself an eagleAnd built me a nest in solitudeAbove where I could watch beautyAnd very few might intrudeThe disappointments I’ve knownHave dried up my springs of hopeI retreat to that comfort shownAnd … Continue reading

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Shalom Charis

Shalom Charisby Michael DoyleJarred by the fires that burnBroken hearted as we learnThe sorrow of this seasonWe extend our love beyond reasonCalled to be holy through graceWe keep our eyes on God’s faceA spiritual gift is shown with careGod’s love … Continue reading

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To Stay Alive In All Seasons

To Stay Alive In All Seasonsby Michael DoyleWe give up our courageTrying hard to discourageOurselves or any othersAmong those we call our brothersBut not a single John Wayne aspirationWould save Pearl Harbor or our nationThe men present mostly fought to … Continue reading

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What She Doesn’t Know Yet

What She Doesn’t Know Yetby Michael DoyleListening to my daughters proudlyAs they talk a bit too loudlyEach holding her own in conversationEach of them has their own ambitionsMy babies have grown up without regretBut I wish each would kindly not … Continue reading

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