“My heart is ready, O God,
my heart is ready”:
I hit a shooting star that
shatters the dark night
as it swiftly sizzles over the
diamond and into left field.
“Non abbiate paura,” I hear --
and again, “Non abbiate paura!”:
I swing and barrel a flaming missile
that lights up the dark night
as it soars high over the wall and
onto the berm in left-center field.
With great fervor, “My spirit
rejoices in God my Savior”:
I gently lay down a regal bunt
that's as humble as a flickering
little candle in the dark night --
and now I am ready to love.