Ahh, yes, the below was a fun sonnet to write:

Sonnet XXXVIII

I felt laid down to rest in Economics class
When a hot sharp single vaned choir chimed
A flurried Fantasian clarinet part timed
To her ankle's melodic motioned impasse
Against the entropic calm of fluorescent lights.
And as their corrugated wavelength stuttered
My patient, vacant heart to her rant fluttered-
But crashed in devotion, pondering Wisdom's blight.
My heart warms on our somewhat shared convictions
Whence, by imploring God we may sojourn
In the sunshine of His love. And this we yearn
As two apart, hers the iron predictions
Of charred-lipped Isaias prophecy-foamed flood,
Mine the love-laced luster of Christ jesus' Blood.

Yeah, you guessed it- she's Jewish! Just a somewhat cooky friend of mine, she constantly shakes her right foot as she sits (it's genetic), is known to make digressive comments that spin class discussions off track, and has had an unusually nasally voice (also unusually charming, cute). This poem was long overdue, as she's been in the Republican Club since junior year. I hope she one day finds Jesus Christ and His religion [I must admit, I can see from her perspective- I'd miss the Tam Tams]

The below image, unrelated to my poem, is merely an exceptional image of our Lord and Savior with His Mother that I found and want to share.

Also, I've begun The Divine Comedy, and by Canto III, it is marvellous!