The world is
bland, and that’s the
problem.
O taste and see
(the pastor’s often said)
that the Lord is sweeter
than honey (which I might
add
is too sweet to eat raw).
What they don’t seem to see
is that we are of the bland.
The profoundness of sorrow
(the Greek in us) fears joy.
Honey is no bait these days:
the bitter we can swallow,
but—
too sweet! We cringe, gag,
shuddering at Your
intolerable compliment.