June 3, 2022

everything tastes of grey today

sad and bland and unfulfilling

like there’s a filter’s been removing

joy from the wonder of being alive

pleasure from the beauty of the day

life is being robbed of its splendour

even Handel’s trumpets taste of mourning

play slow, sad dirges into despair

even the certainty of my redemption

scarce dents this overwhelming gloom

yet it alone keeps me keeping on

how can it be that I can feel so sad

who lives amidst astounding wonder

how can it be that this is who I am

who lives the most blessed of men