For years and years
I stubbornly bought
my own baseball bats,
because I always
wanted to be in control,
but very much like
my big-shot dreams,
they all shattered,
splintering and
bloodying my hands;
at last, I listened
to You,
and I let You
choose one for me,
a powerful bat
of strong
Virgin wood,
perfectly formed,
and as regal
as a princess;
she isn’t a
heavy bat
but a light one --
and she doesn’t
weigh me down
with worry,
for she is filled
with The Light;
her lovely name is
“La Madonnina”
and as I surrender
to the Spirit,
she guides my hands
with sweet humility,
and thunder crackles
upon impact with adversity
as the ball hits the bat,
and I gently lay down a
simple bunt single,
exasperating the ego
of our enemy from hell.