Colors

“Well,” she said, “there’s always yellow. Sunrise gold, promise of a new day and new mercies as promised to us by God. There’s also red - new blood, new life, holy sacrifices upon two boards of wood for all of us. Or blue. Limitless opportunities, holy renewal, raging depression calmed by outstretched hands. Don’t forget purple, too. Royal and regal, but never too bold if done with the utmost humility…”

Her voice trailed off as if to contemplate the other colors and schemes of the rainbow dancing in her mind, trying to see how she could best explain it in layman’s terms.

“You’re right,” I said in an assuring tone. “I don’t know what color to paint the wall, either.”



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