A sonnet is kind and easy to read
Unlike modern art, it explains itself.
Though their construction is tricky to knead,
They are quite satisfying once on the shelf.
Shakespeare gave us many, Browning as well.
Succinct in beauty and complexity
There remains an inexhaustible well
Though always constant in brevity.
Sonnets have an ever sweet and constant form,
As with the world they rarely do vary –
Time and time again there’re kindred instances.
This matter is not just literary.
The beauty of our one Savior himself
Is boundless and flawless order itself.