MOTHER >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!
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