When you’re feeling down at heel
When your soul feels like a sewer
When your thoughts make your head reel
When new thoughts are getting rare.
Recall that judgment lies with God
Rumination solves no vice
Make friends with the dark and fog
Do not ask a fool’s advice.
Then look up and see the sky
Breathe again and take in air
See the geese as home they fly
Hide with foxes in their lair
Nature heals yet also kills
Mysterious God,mysterious will.