Among us all a figure seems to glow,
With kindness for us, each and every one,
The best of us, we well and truly know,
Kallista is our hope when all seems gone.
A blessing to us all, a real gem,
Without her war would rage and peace would die,
Her mere existence comforts all of them,
The ones who care, who laugh and those who cry.
But who is there for she who heals the rest?
The one who finds us when we think we're lost,
We all do give our qualities, the best,
And hope to almost equal out the cost.
The one who spots the good and points it out,
Our thanks is what this sonnet's all about.