Loyola Marymount University Poem

Loyola Marymount Lions trudge out their blue & red lairs to make hunger crawls stall inside Hunger Banquet, Iggy’s, and heat up in shelters like The Den that deliver dark doses of warmth. There’s an emanating nearness coming from this private Los Angeles sector that leaks to outdoor concerts stretching out like barbed wire not in defense of the touch,
but jolts at commence of the touch
that parallels the scope of Paradise in sight. Where the California skies will transcend with us and continue elevating in us via the rose and gold meanderings of westward shifts that informed the young and undirected that the best showcases of California’s arts come from its forecast.
Where the rainclouds dazzle all audiences with its few appearances each year and is credited by name when onlookers applaud its colorful performance after the rain bows.

All the Lions’ acts of faith and justice have led to:
The Cerulean Climax that never concludes.

But at this penultimate end we see the ultimate has already been penned
in His pictorial magnum opus of California.

So although a greater paradise awaits,
if this is our last station ’fore the gates,
then gratefully,
We’ll wait.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
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