Written for L.K. and Family
The dictionary defines the word, “Mom,” as the informal version of the word, “Mother.” But I think there is more to it than that. A mother by definition is the female parent. Mother is a term of address for the woman regarded in status and the functional role of the female parent.
But a Mom; to us, a Mom is everything. Mom is the only one that can make us feel better when we feel sick. Mom is the one that knows. She is the one that nurtures us, loves us, never leaves, never lets us go one minute (let alone one day) without knowing that Mom is always here and Mom will always love you.
There is an old rule I have that says Moms are not allowed to get sick. And this is an actual rule. I swear it is.
The reason for this is the call for a Moms work is never done. Of all things in life; there is nothing so strong as a Mom’s love. And I trust in this. I trust in this because there is no distance that spans beyond Mom’s reach. There is no barrier or obstacle that can keep Mom’s love from reaching us. Nothing can negotiate Mom’s love away from us. Not time nor distance, nothing in the world can reach us or touch us like Mom’s love.
As true as morning and as true as midday and evening, life is as such; we are born at dawn to live through the midday of our life and as the sunset approaches, if we are blessed to be, we come to the understanding of our purpose and the miracles which we have seen throughout our day —and at twilight, our day prepares to end, and thusly so, our eyes close to open to eternal life.
I view it this way because life in the spectrum of sunrise is defined as a moment of hope. At midday when the sun is at its highest point, we are at the peak of our day —and should we choose to live this day well, then all of the day’s glory and splendor will be ours to hold. Therefore, at twilight when the sun moved below the level of the horizon; I choose to see the colors in the sky as a beautiful description of our day’s achievements.
I have allowed myself this thought process as a result of inspiration through an old Sanskrit poem, which was written by Kalidasa.
Look to this day:
“For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
the glory of action,
the splendor of achievement
are but experiences of time.”
Mom teaches this. Mom teaches us to live. Mom understands that children our lent to us for a short time; therefore, as Mom teaches, she is allowed the proud experience of watching her children grow. But no matter how we grow or how far we move from home or if we move and regardless to the life we choose to live, Mom is always there, and no space nor time nor anything in this universe could ever alter or change this fact.
I go back to the rule I mentioned about Moms not being allowed to be sick. This is true. Moms are also not allowed to leave. However, life is eventual and inevitable. Same as the day processes through the stages of sunrise to midday to afternoon and into twilight; life is the same way regardless to the love we feel or the plans we make.
My Mom used to tell me, “In the beginning it is written.”
Yesterday, I wrote with regards to an old neighborhood friend and quoted Matthew 24:36, “But about the day or the hour, no one knows; not the Angels in Heaven nor The Son —only The Father knows.”
This means life in the flesh is limited by time; however, life of the spirit is limitless; therefore life and love is limitless; therefore no matter what the hour is or the day, our love and Mom’s love, or anybody’s true love for that matter is ongoing and ever-living, eternally and immortally.
Look no further for the love of the ones we have lost. Know that all of our love and all of our memory are that which binds us together by spirit. Understand that which is of flesh is of flesh and that which is of spirit is of spirit —and as of spirit, there is no boundary or limitation of reach.
Understand that of the flesh, we are bound to our thoughts and clung to unanswerable questions, which trigger our sectors of doubt and loneliness, but consider the love we feel from Mom. Would any Mom allow us to ever feel a minute go passed without the understanding that her love is here for us?
No. I tell you know because I truly believe with all my heart that Mom has taught and given all of her for us. If this were not so, we would we weep the way we do? If Mom was not Mom and all of this were not true, would we feel such a connection? No one’s true love will ever go to waste.
And as for Mom; Mom is more than a word and more than a title. Mom is the spirit. Mom is the heart, and since this is so, and since energy can neither be created nor destroyed, then it is true when I say real Moms never leave. Nothing could ever douse the light of Mom’s love. Therefore it is also true that real love and that which we feel for those who have one before us will never lay to waste.
I repeat; energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It can only change forms. This is what troubles us at the hour of a loved one’s death. What troubles us most is that we still feel the energy, yet we cannot see it or touch it —we only know it’s there but we miss the physical aspects.
Therefore, I tell you to look no further than in front of you. Everything before your eyes is brought to you by her, your Mom, your loved one, and those who love you. She is reaching for you now. Do not look away or be afraid.
Moms never leave
Moms teach us to live, which leads me to the second half of Kalidasa’s poem:
“For yesterday is but a dream
and tomorrow is only a vision;
but today well-lived,
makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;
because such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!”
Remember that which is of flesh is of flesh and that which is of spirit is of spirit. Understand that we being of the flesh have the need to see. Our eyes blink for moisture but the eyes in Heaven never blink. They do not need to.
We blink because our eyes need moisture. We close our eyes to dream. We close our eyes to imagine or envision something which we cannot or could not see. The eyes in Heaven do not need to do this.
The eyes in Heaven see more clearly than you or I could ever possibly comprehend. Trust in this. Trust that Mom can see you now through eyes without blur. And what she sees is beautiful and proud.
My Mom used to tell me we do not weep for those who pass away. We weep for ourselves. Those who have passed away are in a place of perfection. They are at peace. We weep because we cannot see them the same way we used to. But know this; those who have passed and their love which they have for us are truly undying. They can see us in ways which we couldn’t possibly imagine. And no Mom would ever go one day without you knowing this.
My love and my prayers are on your side
May the Grace of Heaven above and the love within your heart help you to heal
This is written to you with all my love and appreciation