The gentle touch,

A knowing glance,

It was meaningful.

 

The relationship of instants,

An understanding of mystery,

It was meaningful.

 

Eyes locked for an extended moment,

Spoke the volumes of the unsaid.

More than meaningful.

 

Memories are not a tape to be rewound,

But a presence relived.

 

Eternally; and soaked in love.

The moments of this morning,

Centered in an unusual way,

Removed time from its normal routine.

 

Avoiding the usual fury of measurement,

Replacing the pendulum with an elastic heartbeat of mind and soul.

One where a few minutes extended themselves, mystically.

 

As if to tell me I am eternal.

“If you have something to say try and make it be two things.

Make it important and make it true.”

In remembrance of Fr. Michael Hoolahan, C.P.