- Posted December 10, 2013 by
Mosselbay, South Africa
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Nelson Mandela: Your memories
Mandela A personal tribute
Streaks of sorrow on my cheeks
Why? Why has this man I never met,
This icon, the passing of this legend
Shivered my foundation
Shook my core
What am I mourning?
What piece of me so tied, so fastened,
So indelibly linked
At such a base cellular level
To move me to tears?
What piece of me died,
That grief chokes me?
A gushing rainbow of joy floods my knowing,
His joy. his light beams new understanding
I mourn not the man who freed my nation, for we are all ultimately free
I mourn not a leader who united our nation because we are all one in love, in joy and in sorrow
I mourn not the father who led his children out of darkness, for darkness is never permanent
There is only light
And then his light, a lighthouse of guidance in my sea of sorrow
Illuminates the sorrow that cuts to the core
It is the dreamer I mourn, it is the father of dreams
The man who awakened in us our true power
And it is the dreamers within us who mourn his passing
But in our dreams, we will honour him forever.
For once we have mourned and said our farewells,
The dreamers will rise and dream again
But new dreams will not remain ethereal
They will be the dreams born of the power of knowing
That Mandela, the father of our dreams, taught us well.