When I wrap the drapery of my couch* about me
To lie down to pleasant dreams
I bequeath a drape to all who follow in my wake
A woven tapestry of loves
Color first love mother and wisdom
Color father correction and adoration
Brother love a colored mixture of love and hate
Trust is the color of sister love and so much more
The husband I have color him every color
The firstborn of his, blue
The firstborn of me
The second-born of me
The third-born of me
Color them every color and every hue
For they and the ones given me
Have brought the purest colors of love
God’s love outpoured, overshadowing and empowering
Has become the drapery of my couch
And you, my loves, have enabled me to
Return to you the tapestry you wove
The drapery of love
Beatrice J. Hesley
The above was penned in September, 1996. In June of 2007 I found this quote …
“In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.”
Marc Chagall
*Reference, W.C. Bryant, Thanatopsis
justB 
Love this Bea, I didn’t know you had done this much writing. Thank you
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