When Words Fail…

The Stadium

The Stadium

Has there ever been a day like this?

Presidents, former presidents, prime ministers, heads of states, very, very important people from across the globe. Actors, actresses, princes, sports stars…name it, and they’re gathered under one proverbial roof. And alongside them, the poor, the common citizens, the beggars and the street vendors.

And the family.

And a global audience, most probably one of the biggest of all times.

My prayer?

Not that people will only unite to pay respects and to share grief at the passing of Nelson Mandela. Yes, that is important and necessary. The country, the world, owes the Mandela family every kind word directed at Madiba’s legacy today. Choirs will sing, eulogies will praise and cameras will focus on tears and bent heads, slumped shoulders.

But…

May this day mean much, much more than that. If communist, capitalist, democrat and despot can gather to voice a common emotion: may it then be the seed of more to come. I don’t want to declare Madiba dead and gone. Yes, his body will be laid to rest – but the values he tried to instill in those around him, must live on. It may not be allowed to lay in state and then disappear. And may that spirit awaken a new sense of responsibility, commitment and compassion in all who share in the sad event today.

Nelson Mandela’s message to us today cannot be printed. It should not be necessary. His message starts where words fail to express the wish for a better future. His message is bigger than words. It needs no ears.

It needs  hearts – the deep understanding of what it means to be human – to hear Madiba today. That’s why my prayer is that the world will hear the unspoken words – because I think the message is so big, so overwhelming, that we simply have not invented the words to express something as big as this.

13 thoughts on “When Words Fail…

  1. newsferret

    Amos in ons lewens, myne altans, het ons sekerlijk saam ontwikkel van skroefaangedrewe vliegtuie na spuitaangedrewe vliegtuie, van medium en kortegolf radio na FM, van opwen telefone na selfone, sateliete en ruimte vaarders, van skryfblokkies na rekenaars toe, maar alles is klein gemeet teen Madiba se se grootsheid in leierskap, vergifnes en aanvaarding. Weereens ‘n uitstekende pos soos altyd.

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  2. Zeb Lodge

    O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
    And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
    My heart is in the coffin there with Mandela, (Not!)
    And I must pause till it come back to me.

    http://t.co/eGbtOJbCOb

    Ek geniet jou (meestal) blog – maar daar is ook realiteite in die lewe. Groetnis.

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    1. Amos van der Merwe Post author

      Dankie (ek dink)🙂 Dis maar eenvoudige skryfsels, en hier en daar word ‘n klein klippie in ‘n groot bos gegooi. Die realiteite moet herken en erken word, jy’s reg. En dan kom mens by die swart-wit-grys uit wat die agtergrond vorm van ons prentjie. Dis hier waar ek probeer om die mooi raak te sien, of om in liefde te verskil. Miskien is dit goed genoeg as dit mense (soms) laat dink en hul eie waarnemings ook uit ‘n ander perspektief te beloer. Hemel weet – ek verwonder my partykeer oor die werklikhede waarmee ons moet saamleef!
      Deel van Rolbos is gesonde gesprek. Ek het lankal ophou vasklou aan ‘n ego – dis onnodige bagasie. Dus: gesels saam, kritiseer, gee jou invalshoek. Ek sal dit regtig waardeer.
      Mooi aand vir jou…

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