Soul Sickness can’t be cured with effort or will
Something else is needed if the soul is ill.
Climbing mountains high, or even a hill
Going through some kind of boot-camp drill
Will only distract, or at best, hours fill;
For Soul Sickness, there is no magic pill.
What the sick soul needs is time to be still
Empty itself from all, be naught and nil;
Until Grace of God, soul’s soil may till
And sow seeds of life, reap, take to the mill.