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10/27/2004: "The Fall"

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. When the bloom of love was a fresh bud, nodding its head to the summer sun, I shook and leapt with the joy of it all; and then that love was disappointed, the bloom fell, and the icy grip of winter set in. But the bloom, and the hope, came back, and its fulfillment was, oh, so close...and then the winds blew and the rains fell and the blossom was crushed once more. And so, season after season, year after year,until every time the blossom rose I knew its glory could not last, and really didn't expect it to ever come to full fruit. And now: here's this bloom again, and here's this stone where once there was a heart. A heart of stone can yet become a heart of flesh, but it needs the right touch to be transformed. The winters have been long, the summers short and cold. After the zenith even the sun must fall. But, maybe I'll be surprised: the Red Sox will win, the flower will never fade, love will last forever, and there will be an endless summer.