This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please read this at a slow pace, digesting
every word and in leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those of
us who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
For those who are moms, you'll love this.
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've 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 crystallized 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!
