A Living Presence
young mother set her foot on the path of life.
this the long way?" she asked.
the guide said:
and the way is hard. And you will be old before you
the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
the young mother was happy, and she would not believe
anything could be better than these years. So she played
her children, and gathered flowers for them along the
and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun
on them, and the young Mother cried,
will ever be lovelier than this."
the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark,
the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother
them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,
we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm
the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed
and grew weary, and the mother was
But at all times she said to the children,
patience and we are there."
children climbed, and when they reached the top they
we would not have done it without you."
the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the
is a better day than the last, for my children have
fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave
courage. Today, I have given them strength."
the next day came strange clouds which darkened the
clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children
and stumbled, and the mother said:
up. Lift your eyes to the light."
the children looked and saw above the clouds an
glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness.
that night the Mother said,
is the best day of all, for I have shown my children
the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother
grew old and she was little and bent.
her children were tall and strong, and walked with
And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for
was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,
beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates
wide. And mother said:
reached the end of my journey. And now I know the
is better than the beginning, for my children can walk
and their children after them."
the children said,
will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have
through the gates."
they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and
gates closed after her. And they said:
cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like
is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the
as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach
freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your
when you're not well.
Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's
in every tear drop. She's the place you came
your first home; and she's the map you follow with
step you take.
your first love and your first heartbreak, and
on earth can separate you...
time, not space...not even death!
THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS and CHILDREN
NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.