The Path of LIfe, for the Mums
May 13th 2007 21:21
The Path of Life
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 withcourage.
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!
Author Unknown
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 withcourage.
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!
Author Unknown
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Comment by charliesgirl_992000
Histeries, Mysteries and what not
Lifes little slices
Mystical Creativity
Comment by Wendi
Excellent read.
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
Thanks for sharing this lovely story.
My mother is not one of these, but I try to be, and I live with the hope that my children will walk tall and the knowledge that I have broken a negative cycle ... in that respect alone, my mother helped me walk tall too.
I am stronger, wiser and better for having read this today.
Thanks again mon ami...
Lilla ...
Comment by Paul
Surreal Short Stories
Comment by Sarah White
coolgirlsar to the rescue
One Too Many Chocolate Bars
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
Sorry to put you all in the same boat, this time...
it's a nice boat, a little cruiser actually, warm inside with a dining room, and big comfy couches in front of an open fire place.. can you have open fires on boats? ah well, imagination wins
Special thanks to Paul and Lilla for sharing ...
well, time is of the essence today and i need to ring my mama...
~Lily
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
Children are worth it.. if only we could feel how much they love us...
Stuff and Love
say hi to Mr M too
~Lily