Gordon Bok wrote "Turning Toward the Morning" because a friend of his had a very difficult year and was looking for the courage to keep on plowing into it. Those times, you lift your eyes unto the hills, as they say, but the hills of Northern New England in November can be about as much comfort as a cold crowbar.
You have to look ahead a bit, then, and realize that all the hills and trees and flowers will still be there come Spring, usually more permanent than your troubles. And, if your courage occasionally fails, that's okay, too: nobody expects you to be as strong (or as old) as the land.

Banjo Bonnie