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The
Young Mother
Temple Bailey
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. 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 life was good, and the Young Mother cried, "Nothing
will ever be lovelier than this."
The night came, and 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, "Oh,
Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come,"
and the Mother said, "This is better than the brightness of
day, 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 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, "We could not have done it without you,
Mother." And the Mother, when she lay down that 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 with 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 and brought them
beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This
is the best day of all, for I have shone 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 hard, they helped their Mother; 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 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 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."
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