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In a perfect world, a Mother's love is the greatest force that has or will ever exist. In tenderness she condescends to our weakness and nurtures the seed of goodness That lay at the very center of our being. In tears, soft caresses and kisses, deep yearning and longings, she is the lofty sails that catch the winds of individually rising in us shaping the horizon of future personages.
Even in her correction towards our wayward actions even when steeped in gross darkness though impregnatenable, love is the sole remedy restoring us to greater heights that were first thought unimaginable. Her justice towards us is forever an ornament under love's banner along with the virtues of wisdom, courage, and temperance. From love draws all things and in love all things will be restored.
She is a constant mantle reflecting the glory of the stars of heaven themselves, inducing awe and gratitude without a single word. She simply is and without a single decree everything by its very nature drawn to her gives glory in its actions. What more can be said or what sorrow ever be had ultimately if we knowing our held close to the breast of such a great Mother?
By Andrew L. Bass (copyright)
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