Tag Archives: This Way

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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Let’s Live A Conspiracy of Love

Let’s Live A Conspiracy of Loveby Michael DoyleStaring at my blank screen thoughtfully,On this day, when it occurs to me softlyThat these moments of joy and Christmas cheerAren’t meant for one day but every day of the yearLetting God’s love … Continue reading

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The Good of the Middle

Complex isn’t it?  Good in the bad; bad in the good.  And we swear our allegiance to one or the other while seemingly never getting it completely right. The Good of the Middle by Michael Doyle Is man good Or, … Continue reading

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