Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

My Mythical, Biblical Mandela [REV.]


This is how I see it; Mandela is the prophet who
brought me out of slavery and into equality of the
promised land. The joy it brings me can never be
tarnished, he set me free before I knew I’d been
bound by sins of my fathers or learned the cost to
break free from manacles of prejudice

I love him, the world worships him, and I love the
world that upraises Mandela high, to me he’s the
Legend & Myth expected on earth; shall forever
delight in his coming to realise lost Hope of South
Africa who waited for all races to come together in
the Cape to populate Southern Africa;

They fought until Mandela paid the price required
to become a myth engaging the whole world in a
fight against a cabal of oppressors heeding only fire
or blood, but their ice-cold hearts melted in warmth
of his forgiveness offered with LOVE and integrity;
Mandela had so much love, it overflowed to

Include everyone in the world so we all bathed in
it as in the warmth of the sun; he understood his
suppressors had been persecuted to the brink of
extinction - feared annihilation; he promised them
survival then redeemed the past with a love that
prevented war and destruction

So leave my Mythical, Biblical Mandela alone, in
peace, nothing anyone says can lessen the glow
of his love - the magic of his wondrous integrity

[Monday 9 December 2013]


[1]

To me Mandela is a prophet who brought us out
of slavery into the promised land of equality and
the joy THIS brings ME can never be tarnished,
he set me free before I knew I was bound by the
sins of my fathers and what the cost would be to
break free from the manacles of prejudice

I love Mandela and the world worships him, there-
fore I love the world that raises Mandela up high –
to me Mandela is the Legend and Myth expected on
earth; I shall forever delight in his coming to set free
the lost Hope of South Africa who waited for all the
races to come together in the Cape

And populate Southern Africa; they fought each other
until Mandela paid the price required to become a myth
that could engage the whole world in the fight against a
group of oppressors who only heeded fire and blood, but
their ice-cold hearts melted in the warmth of his forgive-
ness offered with LOVE and integrity

Mandela had so much love, it overflowed to include every-
one in the world so the whole world bathed in his love as in
the warmth of the sun; he understood that his suppressors
had been persecuted to the brink of extinction and feared
annihilation; he promised them survival then redeemed
the past with a love that prevented war and destruction

Leave my Mythical, Biblical Mandela alone, nothing
anyone says can lessen the glow of his love nor the
magic of his wondrous integrity

[Monday 9 December 2013]

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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