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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Sunday Night Reflections


A Mother
A Fairy Tale for Adults

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the way?" she asked. And her guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she could 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 upon them. 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. 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 laid down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children 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 weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old, and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. When the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. The mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey  Now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." 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. 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."
                                       
                                                                                        Author Unknown



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