It’s because you need to be here.

You don’t have to do a thing

The magic just reaches out

And guides you.

It’s like no place you’ve ever been.

You may have walked

Through the vale of despair

In your travels or have no place

To call your home, lost a love

Or found one wanting

No one need ever know.

The caring and the sharing

No empty words are these

For the love that’s given freely

Here is the best kind that there is.

Then one night or day you may

Find you step up to the line

With glass in hand to make a toast

Then hurl your empty glass

Into the hearth

Along with all the others.

No one will ask you what it meant,

This toast of yours, but I will bet

You share its meaning much sooner

Than you think

And then the healing starts.

True friends are here who care

For all the lost and lonely souls

Who enter through the door.

This bar dispenses drinks it’s true

But the other things not written

On the bill of fare are Friendship

Laughter, Listening, Solace,

Poured with a generous hand

But LOVE is served with all.

So where is this place..this Callahans?

It’s in your heart, just let the Magic work.

-- Vickie MIDUSTOUCH May 15, 2000