Love is only what matters.

We express our feelings through it alone.

By its absence,

Or presence.

When we do, we experience union with God,


And others, who are the object of our love for them.

Home for the Weekend


The early morning voice of the American Airlines rep

Gives me the details of the cost of getting home early.

Yes you are confirmed on standby Sir,

“Does that mean I can get on?”

“ ‘No, it means you can wait, and see if you can get on;

If you want to get on, you can buy another ticket and I will charge you for changing your ticket’ ”


So, I am dreaming of another world,

One where someone didn’t want to rob me because I wanted to see the wife sooner that evening,

The dog’s wagging tail,

A log fire on a cool fall evening.


So wake up Michael, and head for the airport,

Your punishment awaits you.

Or is it penance?