In this dying season of fall, even as the New York Mets enter Game 3 of the World Series trying to recover after digging a two-game deficit, I want to take a moment to write about baseball, America’s great and timeless pastime. I once planned to write something longer, an essay to persuade those who prefer faster-paced games to consider the merits of the sport brought to fame by North America’s love of the game. Instead, I want to briefly look at the wonder of the game itself

The Light Beyond Hurt Once there was a girl so cold with a heart of ice, or so it’s told frozen so deep, it took some years to thaw that heart, to dry its tears; but as she stepped outside this tomb like newborn child from the womb, this daughter of a holy King who in such darkness felt nothing could now perceive the warmth that swelt, and shared that glow, others to melt for though she suffered, now she shined a ray of light through trial refined