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A Mother's Path
The young mother set her foot on the path of Life. "Is the way long?" she asked.
And her 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 with them in the streams,
and the sun shone on them, and life was good, and the young mother cried:
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this".
Then night came, and 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: "Oh, Mother, we are not afraid for you are near,
and no harm can come." And the mother said: "This is better than the
brightest of days, for I have taught my children courage."
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: "We could not have done it without you, Mother."
And the mother, when she lay down that 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 difficulty. 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 months and the years, and the mother grew old,
and she was small and bent. But her children were strong and tall and walked with
courage. And when the way was hard, they helped their mother; 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 the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung
wide. And the mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I
know that 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. A mother like ours is
more than a memory. She is a living presence."
--- By Temple Bailey ---
The following poem was passed on to me by Barry Cannon, Author.
He does not know who is the author of the poem, so if anyone
should know who wrote it, please e-mail me and let me know, and
I will either remove it or credit it, whichever is preferred.
For lack of name and author, I have entitled it Memory.......
Softly the leaves of memory fall,
Gently I gather and treasure them all,
Unseen, unheard, you are always near,
Still loved, still missed, so very dear.
No length of time can take away,
My thoughts of you from day to day,
Whatever else I fail to do,
I never fail to think of you.
Unknown
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