Pink

Yesterday I learnt that joy is pink.  Now, we’re talking liturgical colours here.  I actually have no idea what that really means and I don’t want to google it just yet. 

I love that.  I want to write a song about that, or paint a picture of that or something! Joy is pink.  I want to roll it around on my tongue for a while, make it my pillow, paint it on the soles of my feet…

If joy is pink, I reckon hope might be blue, you know, like sky-on-a-sunny-spring-day blue.  Or sometimes soft, baby blue, like soft, baby pink… only blue.  But sometimes deep, deep navy – where its only really a tiny shade away from blackness. 

Despair is black.  Loneliness is white. 

Community, however, might be yellow.  Or maybe that’s love.  But then, they’re sewn together, aren’t they?  Maybe with a fine green thread.  I don’t think love is red, but maybe I just don’t see it yet.

But joy is definately pink.