My Mother's Green Love
We hope you are continuing to follow along with us as we wait for the one who is coming. On this fourth and final Sunday of Advent, as you continue to ponder and wait, read this original poem by Kathleen Norris.
Sent in mid-winter, a coat filled with down, to a land of harsh winds and bare branches, frozen waters under whorls of snow.
Unsold for too long, in a green no one wanted, the dank, dark green of snow-sodden grass,
it came like the love that bears us to this world to shield us from storms, bitter cold, and falls on ice. A coat, stuffed with down, in clearance-sale green.
“I’m not afraid,” she said, only days before she died, “But I know that it is imminent.” She said it with a vibrant smile, although by then she struggled even to open her eyes, her hand cool in mine, yet warm enough against the coming chill.
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