“The Summer Psalm” by Isaac Moreson
The Lord is my backstop,
I shall not get behind the hitters.
He keeps them grounding out to the infield,
He walks me to the dugout cooler.
He throws a new ball back,
He lifts low pitches up to the strike zone.
Yes, even when the bases are loaded,
I don’t worry about runs,
For he’ll block the plate.
His mitt and his pads reassure me.
He has the book on power hitters.
He showers me with champagne at the World Series.
Surely bonuses and endorsements will follow my career,
And I will dwell in the Hall of Fame forever.
[Thanks to Avi Winokur of Society Hill Synagogue in Philadelphia.]