As the U. S. A. Provincial of the Blessed Sacrament Congregation shuffled the responses of the delegates at the General Chapter in Chicago on the desk before him, it dawned on him that one of the delegates was quite unlike the others, that he was in effect, a mystic and worse, a POET! That delegate, dear reader was none other me. See page 41-42 , IN THE LAND OF GOD to see what the fuss was about.