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The Totality of Surrender

In the Totality of Surrenderby Michael DoyleI’m thanking God that I’m never alone.Like a moss of love, I roll the stone.Attesting to my faith and fealty,I give our Lord my devoted loyalty.I’m thanking God that he’s fixed my attitude.I now … Continue reading

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Wounded Bluntness

Wounded Bluntnessby Michael DoyleIt seems cliché, by revealing,When we talk about our covert feelings,That even writers aren’t sure what’s good.It’s well enough hoping to be understood.The personal is what others find compelling.Otherwise, just what is it that you’re revealing?That is, … Continue reading

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When Rock Went To School

When Rock Went To Schoolby Michael DoyleSometimes there is thunder in a perfect mind.There in that place we have left behind.We wonder why it is that we all can’t walk away.We’re still mesmerized by the songs they used to play.Every … Continue reading

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Syncopated Anticipation

Syncopated Anticipationby Michael DoyleThe music, any music, has its own flow,Leaving behind the day as we dance.We enjoy the moments as these flow,As if inside a fluid sense of trance.The audience is part of the show.The thunder roars across the … Continue reading

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A Small Matter of Growing Faith

A Small Matter of Growing Faithby Michael DoyleWe gather in an authentic community,We are at one with all other members of the family.After all, all churches are truly oneLost in the thunder of the Father and the Son.Faith grows at … Continue reading

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Lost Plot

Lost Plotby Michael DoyleEverywhere I look, it seems forgotIs it just me, or have we lost the plotI feel it in the murderous laughterThe distant thunder is lost but chases afterSociety’s fracturing psyche is in traumaAs wordlessly we watch all … Continue reading

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Living Days

Living Daysby Michael DoyleThe rock of my foundationDefies natural explanationBut that of the Father’s loveGiven from Heaven aboveMy life is filled with thunderNever pulled down underBut given unfailing graceFaithful in His loving embraceThere is no failing in compassionRain cannot remove … Continue reading

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Mickey Said To Minnie

Mickey Said To MinnieBy Michael Doyle When the world fades right out of viewIt’s the fate of how it is that I met you.It wasn’t like I was wishing on a starBut there it is, and there you are The … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Those Who Profess To Favor Freedom and Yet Depreciate Agitation, Are People Who Want Crops Without Ploughing the Ground

“Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are people who want crops without ploughing the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning; they want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. The struggle may … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder

 “Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” – Rumi

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