My heart is with you and your family and I know for a fact
MY GOD is ALL KNOWING, ALL CARING AND ALL MERICIFUL!
I lost my Mom this past (Oct., 26)
and this special writing was perfect for her Homegoing.
Instead of 'A Mother' (in which it was orginally written)
I have entitled it
'A Father'
The young Father set his foot on the path of life. "Is it a long way?" he 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 Father was happy and he would not believe that anything could be better than these years, so he played with his children and gathered flowers for them along the way and bathed them in the clear stream; and the sun shone on them and the young Father cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the night came with a storm and the path was dark and the children shook with fear and cold and the father drew them close and covered them with his mantle and the children said, "Father, we are not afraid, for you are near and no harm can come." And the moning came and there was a hill ahead and the children climbed and grew weary and the Father was weary. But at all times he said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed and when they reached the top, they said, "Father, we could not have done it without you." The Father, when he lay down that night and looked up at the stars, he whispered , "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 strenght. And with the next day came clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war, hate and evil. The children groped and stumbled and the Father 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 Father said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my chidren GOD." And the days went on, along with the weeks and the months and the years. The Father grew old andhe was little and bent. But his children were tall and strong and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted him, for he 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 Father 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, Father, even when you have gone through th gates." They stood and watched him as he went on alone, the gates closed after him. And they said: "We cannot see him, but he is with us still. A Father like ours is more than a memory. He is a living presence."
Your Father is always with you. He's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, he's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Father lives inside your laughter. And he's crystallized in every tear drop and nothing on this earth can separate you..
Not TIME
Not SPACE
Not even DEATH!
To All Mothers, Fathers and Children