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Mother's Love


A MOTHER'S LOVE


Imagine seeing the world through a child's eyes.... The world is so full of wonder and expectancy that he awakes in the morning with a sense of excitement and eagerness...


The day begins with so much promise of wonderful things and a child will find all these things as he goes along his path...


Nothing escapes his notice... Every leaf, pebble and rock holds some key to the discovery of more of this beautiful and mystifying world...


Everything he sees comes alive because he has opened his heart to the spirit which animates this world... His eyes are ever alert to see something new.. something he has never seen or known before...


Once seen, it becomes a part of his being and he takes all this with him, for he then would be able to share this sense of beauty and wonder with others and it becomes his guiding force...


Others in turn become a part of his world because they have opened their hearts and eyes to this experience...
Once the child has shared some of the treasures he has found, he spreads his wings, like a butterfly, and takes in more of the world around him...


He stops to see the budding of a vividly colored red rose... dandelion seeds blowing in the wind like an army of angels... he hears the whispers of the trees as they gently sway to the soft winds... he lays in the grass, feeling the coolness and vitality underneath him.... he looks to the sky and imagines himself walking on the clouds....


His world is unlimited and filled with so much beauty... His eyes are forever scanning the horizon, taking in the magic of the peaceful and glorious sunset...


As he grows older, he sees less of this special world because he is taught to learn about the earthly things... The magic starts to fade and his wings begin to fold...


However, the spirit of the world he has always known is always within him and the fire of life that burned within is still felt deep in his heart and can never be extinguished...
This is what lights up his path and those who are drawn to it, take up this same path so that they too can become a part of it, shedding their own light...


Some people may find another path to walk and continue their journey, possibly to make their own footsteps in freshly tilled soil.... Others tread the beaten path because they are more comfortable with things that are familiar to them or else are afraid to make a new path because it is more difficult....


But the child who became a man walks along his own path because he is guided by a force within him and he is drawn by its power...


That is when he found another set of footsteps... He notices that these footsteps are more solid, firm and deeply embedded in the path... However they are bigger than his own so he walks in them awkwardly in an attempt to make his steps grow to fit into them.... This proves to be very difficult at times...


He sees different steps and wonders at the direction they take... With each new step, he sees another spirit forging a path even under the most adverse circumstances... He follows those steps until he is able to fill them himself and continues on this path...


Then one day, he meets up with the one who has walked the path... He looks at her and sees the determination, strength and perserverance in her eyes...


He looks at her feet and they have become very firm because it looks as though they have walked on stones... He sees the scars too and realizes the road he took was the one she made although she could not completely understand the reasons why...


She sees the fire within him and gets closer so she could feel the warmth from it.... As they walk together, they begin to talk about what they have seen on their paths... This unites their spirit and compels them to walk together....


Together, they learn and grow and become a part of each other... She, feeling the warmth of the fire.... He, taking in the strength and force which governed each step she took....


But as time went on, she became tired and wanted to rest... After all, she reminded him, she has been on this road so much longer than he has... She stopped and sat down on a big boulder on the side of the road.... and he sat down beside her...


She lovingly took his hands into hers and spoke of many things to him with which she hoped would fortify him so that he may continue his journey...


When she finished speaking, he looked at her with such gentleness and love... He then arose, stretched out his hands to her, beckoning her to grasp them...


He said that now is the time to allow his feet to make a path for her... After all, his feet were strong enough to do this because his feet were now like hers...


And they continued to walk together...


She, watching his steps and encouraging him to press on higher and higher... and covering him with the cloak of a mother's heart....
He, taking her hand, guiding her over the stones on the path and surrounding her with the armor of a devoted son's love...




Copyrite Poetry By ~ Wolfden ~






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