I hymn you, O Muse, I hymn blessed Kleio, I honor you here in the quiet of night. You illlumine my mind, you give shape to my story, I remember life’s journey, piece by piece, in your sight. You bring not merely snippets, sterile data and facts, But the narrative thread that will stitch them up tight. You help me to tell a true tale of my life: A story that shows sacred purpose aright. Well-arranging my tale – where I’ve come from, and why – With your help, holy Muse, hidden links come to light. Through story, I see my path up to this point, Pointing into a future that’s hopeful and bright.