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.
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 the sun shone on them and life was good, and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this!"
Then night came,
with 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 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 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 had reached the top, they said "We
could not have done it without you Mother!"
And the Mother,
as she lay down that night, looked up to the stars, and said, "This is better
than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness."
And the next day came, strange clouds which darkened the earth-clouds of
war and hate and evil, and the children looked and saw above the clouds to
an "Everlasting Glory, and it guided them and brought 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 tired and weary.
But her children
were tall and strong, and walked with courage.
And when the way was rough, they lifted her and carried her; 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
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.
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