When things go wrong, and wrong again,
And disappointment sets up camp
Upon your spirit:
Breathe. Breathe in the moment’s damp
And heavy-laden wisdom, sent

From higher places to your cell,
A missive seeping to the bone.
Take it in, hear it,
Let prayer, that holds all things unknown,
Open hands and confidence expel.

When hope is lost, and rests at ease;
When meaning falls upon its sword
And you are humbled,
Breathe. Breathe out a quiet word
that speaks no lies, and grows oak trees.

The stars worked years to bring our way
A little of the very stuff
That thrives and crumbles,
So let us live with it enough
To praise, and praising, make the day.