The grandest colour of all

I was in the church.

I was peering through the stained glass.

So many colours.

What a wonder.

I peered through the green glass first. I took a look at the world outside. The whole stretch of sky gleaming emerald. The children running on the wavy meadow - their smiling faces - blissfully green.

Excited, I moved to the next glass - a bright yellow. The sunlight through the glass looked so golden that it looked as if it would bathe our fair countryside in the light of the Blessed Realm.

Hurriedly I shifted to the next window. Red. So subtle yet so passionate. It magnified the radiance of the roses growing by the chapel wall.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned to see Father.

His white face smiling out of his white beard, his white gown blowing softly.

''Father, these colours are so beautiful.''

''Yes my child, but let me show you the grandest colour of them all.''

He led me to the next window - a plain glass window.

I was astonished.

"Tis white which contains all the colours. Through white can we experience each colour at it's best and all colours put together.''

I looked at the world outside.

The blue sky.

The golden sunlight. The green grass - and -

White, the grandest colour of all.