Misty grey flakes of melancholy ash
Fall in my dark gloomy sky as I
Somberly reflect on the approach of
The dreaded and deadly pestilence;
As I examine my life, I realize that
Truly I’ve crucified the Lord of Glory
Through my solitary selfishness and
Through my treacherous tongue;
But after my discipline in the desert,
The Light of the Divine Mercy
Will shine in dazzling brilliance
And quickly warm my cold heart.