Calliope's Odyssey

Calliope was a nimble nymph
and really quite strong for her size.
The only thing large on Calliope
would have to be her eyes.

Her hair was like spun copper
skin smooth as heavy cream.
With a voice as sweet as honey
She was every man's dream.

But she was on a journey
She was looking for her mate.
And many a lad she turned down
When they asked her for a date.

She knew that she would know him
as soon as she heard his voice.
Then everything else would happen
in accord with her personal choice.

For at the time of choosing,
she had formed his face.
She had chosen destiny
far above chance or fate.

Hers was an odyssey of love
through toil and strife and pain.
And many were the losses
that finally brought her gain.

But such is the way of life
things just out of our reach
The mystics try to warn us
the lesson is ours to teach.

Speak Calliope Speak, call him
from the wonderful unknown.
For every good and perfect gift
comes from words that we have sown.

Harshly spoken words like thorns
of sorrow, and hurt and shame.
That sink their jagged hooks
into our hearts and brain.

Soft answers on the other hand
Like a gentle summer rain
Cause trust to spring forth
From the seeds of hope, unseen.

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