Post by Rhonda on Jan 24, 2006 21:05:33 GMT -5
MOTHERS
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.
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 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!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS and CHILDREN YOU KNOW.
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.
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.
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 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!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS and CHILDREN YOU KNOW.
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.