The Walk-Off: A Sacred Baseball Sonnet

The Umpire of Extra-Innings

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The Walk-Off

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

In extras all hits equal are,
If they the winning run call home
From off the bases, near or far:
Our spinning legs will cease to roam.
For God awards us what we seek
The same for smash or dribbler weak.
Though home run hit the last at bat,
As written in man’s baseball rules,
With each base touched, inflates the stat,
If someone in front clock-like tools.
And so the slugger builds his crown:
The scorer jots each frog-march down.
But Jesus will such crowns dispose,
The effort is all His, Babe knows.