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An Enduring Contemplation of Pain

An Enduring Contemplation of Painby Michael Doyle The things endured on that Day of PainWould drive most of us beyond insane360 strikes with a nail-ended whipWould be enough to make anyone lose grip Next the crucifixion with its degradationWas a … Continue reading

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No Cause To Weep

No Cause To Weepby Michael DoyleThere is in life’s turning awayLike that of a new day’s dawningThe sort of thing in a man’s wayOf time spent sipping lemonade under the awningUntil that day, when life simply slips awayAnd the miracle … Continue reading

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To Walk Like Job

To Walk Like Jobby Michael DoyleThere is nothing so much as we regretAs to have not leaned in toward the netFending off against all intimidationAnd fighting back with concentrationWe see the proof in the documentationBut not so much in its … Continue reading

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A New Horizon

A New Horizonby Michael DoyleOpen up your eyes and seeLook into the new horizonThe morning light brings possibilityShining on without corruptionThe purity of this new dayLies in your hands to be madeThe rain may fall along the wayBut don’t hide … Continue reading

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Pulling On the Heart Songs (of the Blind)

Pulling On the Heart Songs (of the Blind)by Michael DoyleThose with blinded eyes only know darknessAnd yet stand firm from life’s harshnessThe pain that finds its awkward wayAttempting to conceal the hope of a new dayEven still, there is an … Continue reading

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For the Love Of God

For the Love of Godby Michael DoyleWe are offered advice every dayThere is no end to what people sayThough some things said are wiseOther things should open our eyes”For the love of God”, said in frustrationShould be redeemed without hesitationBecause … Continue reading

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What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?

What Can Be Said of A Woman’s Touch?by Michael DoyleWith a touch of her handHe finds happiness againWith her look, he understandsWhat he is meant to ascertainHer walking beside himMakes his sight less dimAs he opens his heart to seeHer … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Life Is Composed of Lights and Shadows, and We Would Be Untruthful, Insincere, and Saccharine If We Tried To Pretend There Were No Shadows

“I don’t believe in playing down to children, either in life or in motion pictures. I didn’t treat my own youngsters like fragile flowers, and I think no parent should. Children are people, and they should have to reach to … Continue reading

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A Split Decision Left Standing

A Split Decision Leaves Us Standingby Michael DoyleIn self-awareness, we look into the mirrorUnwilling to walk this world in errorBut instead, seeking to understand, not undermineUnderstanding first as the defining lineLoving one another as part of our worshipPaul and Barnabas … Continue reading

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Witches Brew

Witches Brewby Michael DoyleIn the shroud of fog, we find the doorAnd knock on it, hoping yet to exploreHidden secrets are lost behind smoky eyesBut it’s the kind of secret that is hard to disguiseWhat sort of secrets would it … Continue reading

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