Mother

The young mother set her foot

on the path of life.

" Is this the long way?" she asked.

And the guide said:

"Yes, and the way is hard.

And you will be old

before you reach the end of it.

But the end will be better than the beginning." But the young

mother was happy,

and she would not believe that anything

could be better than these years.

So she played with her children, and gathered  flowers for them

along the way,

and bathed them in the clear streams;

and the sun shone on them,

and the young Mother cried,

"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came,

and the storm,

and the path was dark, and the

children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew

them close and covered them with her mantle,

and the children said,

"Mother, we are not afraid,

for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came,

and there was a hill ahead,

and the children climbed

and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she

said to the children,

"A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed,

and when they reached the top they said, "Mother,

we would not have done it without you."

And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars

and said,"

This is a better day than the last, for my children have

learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them

courage.

Today I have given them strength."

 

And the next day came strange clouds which

darkened the earth , clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children

groped and stumbled,

and the mother said:

"Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.

And the children looked and saw above the clouds an

everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness.

And that night the Mother said,

" This is the best day of all,

for I have shown my children God."

 

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the

years, and the mother grew old

and she was little and bent

But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage.

And when the

way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and

at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining

road and golden gates flung wide.  And mother said: "I have reached

the end of my journey. And now I know

the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone,

and their children after them."

And the children said,

You will always walk with us, Mother,

even when you have gone through the gates. And they stood and

watched her

as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they

said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours

is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

 

Your Mother is always with you.

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's

the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks, she's the cool hand

on your brow when you're not well.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter

And she's crystalized in every tear drop. She's the place you came

from, your first home; And she's the map you follow with every step you

take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on

earth can separate you... Not time, not space... not even death!

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