O Dionysos Xoatōr,
when I am caught in a storm
of anxious and morbid thought,
be the stillness at the center,
the one certain thing I can cling to
in a world of constantly shifting forms,
and menacing shadows that resemble
my innermost fears and doubts.
Unwind what is knotted in me.
Loosen what is clenched. Lead me
to stillness and confident resolve,
so that I may face down my worries,
and all the friends they’ve brought along,
with the strength and endurance my foes
have taught me over the years.