Mothers Path Story

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 have given them strength."

And with 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 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."
 

earth can separate you..

Not time, not space...not even death!