When you brought all into being
You painted bright with wild abandon:
Early morning sky
And later evening too.
All suffused and alive with color
Reflecting the bursting moving abiding life you are.
Now we are left with only white
Pure and simple
Beautiful in its own way, like all the others
Only whiteness, with evergreen insisting to stay
As a reminder of what was and yet may be
Color us deeply inside today
Let us burn with the gold of hope
The red of faith
And the deep unnameable hue of love.
In the midst of the white
And our gratitude for its silent settling down
Keep alive within us both the memory
And the vision of the colors that will be spring.