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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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Thought For the Day: As the Pain That Can Be Told Is But Half A Pain, So the Pity That Questions Has Little Healing In Its Touch

“As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.” -Edith Wharton, novelist (24 Jan 1862-1937)

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Gotta Get the Truth Out

Gotta Get the Truth Outby Michael DoyleBoth sides are rightBoth sides are wrongIn the dead of the nightWhere do I belong?The words that are saidWhen none should speakRoll around in my headAs I look down from this peakThere’s a lot … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Cruelest Lies Are Often Told In Silence

“The cruelest lies are often told in silence.” – Robert Louis Stevenson, novelist, essayist, and poet (1850-1894)

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In A Dissonance Theory

In A Dissonance Theoryby Michael DoyleWhat if…What if is the beginningAs good as any beginningOr so it often seemsThe waking is stuff of dreamsAnd dreams bring as much truthAs that which we are toldAll the bill of goods that we … Continue reading

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It Took My Savior To Atone

It Took My Savior To Atoneby Michael DoyleEveryone wants a familyTo be part of that possibilityAwakening to being found out lostHaving worked hard to pay the costRisen as I am, a new creationLiving the joy with fascinationI know I couldn’t … Continue reading

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Struck On A Bridge To Nowhere

Struck On A Bridge To Nowhereby Michael DoyleI’m struck on a bridge to nowhereLooking for a bit of faithfulnessI’m stranded in an unfaithful worldChasing around the circles and nobody caresSuddenly seeing with sight for awarenessFeeling so completely fetaled and curledI’ve … Continue reading

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Kept In A Hillside Perspective

Kept In A Hillside Perspectiveby Michael DoyleI’ve heard a lot of jokesAbout being close to inbredIt’s the kind of a thingThat rolls around in my headOver and over againPlaying a memory’s allusionAgainst something, I can’t defendAs I have been searching … Continue reading

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Walking With the Giants

Walking With the Giantsby Michael DoyleWalking with the giantsWe stand in our defianceCalling out the holy namesKnown with the mark of God’s fameWalking in the faith that’s knownConfidence that has grownThough the future remains unseenIn this assurance, we find new … Continue reading

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