There is such unbounded beauty on Brophy's campus that I
am totally amazed to find I am the only one enjoying it!
Where are the Jesuits, God's little own? Why are they
not out here looking to God?
Have their lives been tied into progressive knots, making
them unable to enjoy God's glory right in their own back yards.
If they have a prayer life one would think it would begin
and end right here.
When I look around the campus there is no other except for
me peacefully enjoying God's glory in nature here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem