The person
most sacred besides God.
All the truth of creation resides in her.
The only omnipresence in our lives is a woman. We were born of the uterus
of one, and we die in the arms of another. Between one event and the other,
on behalf of her, we build civilization.
Her ways, as God's ways, are imponderable. We never get to understand
her, it is enough for us to love her and to respect her.
Through millennia, we hurt her, we dominate her, we impose our will on
her. We demand her virginity, we keep her under lock and key in our castles.
She, more self-confident, never demands anything like that. She multiplies
life, while a man only possesses his own life.
She gives us light with the perspiration of her sufferings. With the perspiration
of her face, she cares for our growth, and we cause her suffering and
sorrow until her last days.
A woman, first of all, is a mother. There is not a more beautiful, soft
and complete word that lips are capable of pronouncing. To be a mother
means to comfort in sickness, to be a light of hope, and to give strength
in defeat. It is her chest where we rest our heads, it is her hand that
blesses us and her eye that protects us.
Destiny wants our mothers to cross heaven's gate before us. Therefore
we, men and women, must learn how to pass on all of the significance of
being a woman to the mothers of our children and to our daughters who
will be the mothers of our grandchildren. This is the sublime miracle
of life. This is the essence of our existence.
All of us hope, intimately, to repeat Maurice Chevalier's words, in the
last page of his book of memories:
"... when the Lady in Black comes, that is to say death, I can peacefully
accept the moment, imagining that it is my mother who extends her arms
saying: You worked enough, come my child and I will take care of you again
".
Tradutores
de texto: Dan & Norma Hinderliter
by:Guy
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