To
our Mothers where ever they might be.
ANGELS
AMONG US - MIDI
May today there be peace
within you.
May you trust God that
you are exactly where you are meant to be.
"I believe that friends
are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our
wings have trouble remembering
how to fly."
THE LIVING PRESENCE THAT
PERSEVERES
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 shown
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 could 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 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
she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked
with courage. 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 the 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 your not well. Your Mother lives inside you laughter
and she's crystallized in every teardrop. 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.
