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In Prayers for My Mother
In Prayers For My Motherby Michael DoyleMy ex-wife recovers from surgery on this Mother’s DayI gave up the weekend she owed to show in some sort of wayThat I wish her to recover and want my daughters to tendTo her … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Best, Better Son, Call On God, Church, Daughters, Done, Every Day, Ex Wife, Family, Grace, Heaven, Imperfect Son, Jesus, Laugh, Lessons, Look Back, Love, Loving and Brave, Mature, Miracle, Mom, Momma, Mother, Mother's Day, My Mother, Nature, Personal Relationship, Poetry and Poems, Prayers, Precious Daughters, Present, Quietly Pray, Recover, Remember, Saves, Show, Sought, Strength, Struggle and Strife, Stumble, Surgery, Taught, Tear, Tend, The Lord, The Power, The Son, Think, Throughout My Day, Time, Time To Pray, Traces, Trail, Weekend
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In Plain View (Minding Business)
In Plain View (Minding Business)by Michael DoyleIn our efforts and in our spacesWe work hard to separate our tracesMinding our business in all we doThe relevance comes openly into viewThe Bible opens with God’s creationIn page after page of fascinationNothing … Continue reading
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Tagged Abilities, Adam and Eve, Agent of Change, Assignment, Beautiful, Bible, Blessing, Charity, Co-Create, Conceal, Credibility, Curse, Deeds, Deserve, Direction, Discouragement, Efforts, Encouragement, Expectation, Faith, Faithful, Fall, Generosity, God, God's Creation, God's Love, Godliness, Good Purposes, Growth, Honor, Humanity, Humility, Image, Integrity, Jesus, Legacy, Live, Living Days, Love, Maturity, Minding Business, Mission, Needs, Open view, Perfection, Plain View, Poetry and Poems, Reflection, Relevance, Representation, Serve, Services, Seventh Day, Sincerity, Spaces, Talent, Teach, The Bible, Thrive, Traces, Truly Alive, Witness, Wonderful, Work Hard
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On Which Life Depends
On Which Life Dependsby Michael DoyleWe play games aimed to pleaseAs we touch and you teaseShowing me your personal spacesAnd touching me with your tracesThese linger inside my mindYours is the touch that I’ve wanted to findI am in a … Continue reading
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Tagged Action, Begins, Blur, Close, Connection, Depends, Emotions, Ends, Everything, Explore, Fear, Feelings, Forget-Me-Nots, Games, Heat, Life, Linger, Melt, Mind, Night, Paces, Passion, Personal Spaces, Please, Poetry and Poems, Practicality, Presence, Reflection, Sensuality, Stumble, Summer, Tease, Touch, Traces, Understanding, Walk Through
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Held In Silence
Held In Silenceby Michael DoyleDarling, I’ve learned to love youBut somehow hate you moreDarling,I could never be without youBut trust me, I know the scoreThe traces may be coldFrom the fenced goods soldAll the secrets circled roundTo the treasures; they … Continue reading
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Tagged Answers, Darkness, Darling, Don Quixote, Fenced Goods, Found, Grieving Widow, Harshness, Hate, Held, Hope, Light, Lonely Mother, Love, Night, Poetry and Poems, Pray Alone, Right, Score, Scream, Secrets, Sense, Silence, Squeeze, Startlled, Traces, Trust, Understand, Violence, Without
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Stay the Course
Stay the Courseby Michael DoyleStanding rooted in our visibilitySeeing beyond our vulnerabilityLead out in example of God’s flowIs the only star we should followShifting hearts torn from GodInto doubts that are feeling oddJealously looking with envious eyesThough we know from … Continue reading
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Tagged Conversation, Doubts, Envy, Face, Family, Follow, God, God's Flow, God's Plans, Heavenly Father, Hold, Humility, Jealous, Journey, Juggle, Learn, Meaning, Moments, Odd, Poetry and Poems, Prodigal Child, Rooted, Shifting Hearts, Slipping and Falling, Squander, Star, State of Grace, Stay the Course, Torn, Traces, Treasures, Unwise, Visibility, Vulnerability
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Club Handy
Club Handyby Michael DoyleEvery showman is a tricksterA sophisticated and tragically hipsterLeaving the girls with smiles on their facesMoving them deeply with his tracesIt’s a carnival of scamPutting on the ritualistic glamWith bated breath ready to flyAs heartbreak paints the … Continue reading
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Tagged Bated Breath, Blues, Carnival, Club Handy, Colonel, Danger, Dirty and Gritty, Faces, Flow, Girls, Glam, God Given Gifts, Heartbreak, High Class, Hipster, King, Life On the Road, Mama's Eyes, Merchandising, Mesmerize, Misunderstood, Money, Monkeys, Poetry and Poems, Riffs, Scam, Sell, Shady Past, Shaken Hips, Show, Showman, Smiles, Sophisticated, Tale, Traces, Trickster, Whispers
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A Cry for Uvalde
A Cry for Uvaldeby Michael DoyleSomewhere beyond a world of feelingIs the way of knowing healingThese are the times for being an exampleThe differences made will be ampleFighting not with fists but with prayerPeeling back the onion of life, layer … Continue reading
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Tagged Actions, Alone, Ample, Beautiful Souls, Behind, Belief, Best Fights, Blame, Bullied, Burnt to the Ground, Candlelight, Community, Cornerstone, Cruelly Dealt, Cry, Cuentas, Dead, Differences Made, Dificil, Disease, Dreams, Every Day, Every Single Day, Example, Faces, Faith, Families, Fault Is His, Favorite Songs, Feeling, Felt, Fight the Good Fight, Fighting, Grief, Gut Wrenching Torments, Hand of Lucifer, Healing, Humbled Cry, Hundreds, It Didn't Have To Be His Choice, Knees, Know, La Muerte de Los Ninos, Layer, Lifted A Hand, Lifting Our Voices, Lives, Loss, Love, Loved Ones, Matters, Memories, Mi Apoyo, Momento, Moments, Morning, Mourning, Nation, Night, Not With Fists, Noticia, Onion of Life, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Prayer, Prayers, Question Why, Rebuild, Sabes, Safe, Salvador Ramos, School, Sense, Shakes and Shatters, Shamed, Silently Erected, Sin, So Be It, So It Will Be Done, Sorrow, Survive, Survivor's Guilt, Tears, Thursday, Times, Torture, Traces, Tragedy, Transcend, Trust Falling, Twenty-One Crosses, Used Their Voice, Uvalde, Vigils, Viviendo, Walk, Warnings, Wicked Ways, Wounds, Years
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