Intending to compose, in a related but different vein, the first line coming to mind, I chased it down....to a conclusion I had never intended, but which seemed the only natural end....
(sonnet # DXXVI)
A masterpiece I'd love to draw, 'tis true;
With words in sweetest harmonies array
The page, and fashion by these means a ray
Of most exquisite light; a shaft t'imbue
Each wand'ring soul with life; to gently woo
From Death's condemned and damned to die, his prey
To golden realms that glist'n on high; convey
Thereby from this world's mirk to heaven's view.
But who am I to dream such things? To dare
Imagine that the keys for saving souls
Could in my dirty paws be held? Whose share
Transcending this vain sphere, such careless strolls
As I fore'er indulge in have not e'en compare?
God's Word alone redeems, Whom heav'n extols.
06Feb12
D96b
The first line is the inspiration... The sonnet then flows like a fresh mountain stream. Great work again Jenny !