In Colors Unfaded

Oh, best Beloved
I would a white flower be
Its purity gathering
The full spectrum of light
Reflecting all.

I would be the redness
Found in a rose
The passion of Your love
Flowing blood red in
Every vein.

I would be one with the sky
Blue with endless depth
A Lady's mantle
Over this sad world
Where mankind often blots
Creation's landscape.

And green I would turn
Hope my watchword
That the stench of death
Would spring with tender new life
Always.

'Tis the yellow of the sun's
Warmth
I would cast not shadow
To dim its healing rays.

To thus the plain brown wood
Where Love lay dying
Death banished from these hills
Oh, best Beloved.